Spring 20, 514 AV
Cecily’s Pantry
Estrellir had always wanted to visit the bakery opposite of her detective bureau, although she’d never gotten around to it since her return from Konti Isle. Delicious scents were wafting across the path right through her window whenever it was opened during business hours, but she’d always been buried in work. When a riddle occupied her, she couldn’t rest until she’d hunted down every last piece of the puzzle.
Now the circumstances of her first visit were less fortunate than she’d hoped. Still, the white cobble and marble intrigued her and woke her curiosity as to what delicacies were awaiting inside. Sometimes she spared the folding board a glance while passing by, but the words written on it were kicked out of her mind by more important information almost instantly. That particular day, however, the daily specials were the important information. Estrellir could hardly believe it herself, but a Dynasty brat had officially asked her to find the most delicious cake and pie restaurant or bakery in the whole of Kenash.
As she entered the cozy place and started looking for a table, the Konti couldn’t help but shake her head over her own stupidity of taking the 'case'. Still, finances told her it wasn’t the time to be picky and besides, eating as many sweets as she wanted didn’t sound all that bad. Eventually she chose a table towards the back of the room, out of the way of other visitors, yet central enough not to be isolated.
Running a hand through silvery white locks, Estrellir wondered whether smoking was allowed inside the bakery. Disguise wasn’t necessary for this particular task, so she’d come in her usual attire: long black coat, pipe and tobacco tucked away in its pockets, over a simple blouse and trousers. The leather boots were in need of cleaning.
The Konti, however, didn’t seem to notice that flaw in her appearance. Instead she rubbed her webbed fingers together and started observing the environment. A relaxing atmosphere was just as important as the quality of food, after all.
Cecily’s Pantry
Estrellir had always wanted to visit the bakery opposite of her detective bureau, although she’d never gotten around to it since her return from Konti Isle. Delicious scents were wafting across the path right through her window whenever it was opened during business hours, but she’d always been buried in work. When a riddle occupied her, she couldn’t rest until she’d hunted down every last piece of the puzzle.
Now the circumstances of her first visit were less fortunate than she’d hoped. Still, the white cobble and marble intrigued her and woke her curiosity as to what delicacies were awaiting inside. Sometimes she spared the folding board a glance while passing by, but the words written on it were kicked out of her mind by more important information almost instantly. That particular day, however, the daily specials were the important information. Estrellir could hardly believe it herself, but a Dynasty brat had officially asked her to find the most delicious cake and pie restaurant or bakery in the whole of Kenash.
As she entered the cozy place and started looking for a table, the Konti couldn’t help but shake her head over her own stupidity of taking the 'case'. Still, finances told her it wasn’t the time to be picky and besides, eating as many sweets as she wanted didn’t sound all that bad. Eventually she chose a table towards the back of the room, out of the way of other visitors, yet central enough not to be isolated.
Running a hand through silvery white locks, Estrellir wondered whether smoking was allowed inside the bakery. Disguise wasn’t necessary for this particular task, so she’d come in her usual attire: long black coat, pipe and tobacco tucked away in its pockets, over a simple blouse and trousers. The leather boots were in need of cleaning.
The Konti, however, didn’t seem to notice that flaw in her appearance. Instead she rubbed her webbed fingers together and started observing the environment. A relaxing atmosphere was just as important as the quality of food, after all.
