Once upon a time, on a bright sunny day, Anufa the Faun was strolling down the main street of the City Center. His sorrow was deep indeed. It was one thing that his generously organized birthday-party was declared a threat to the Royal Court of Larkinor (and thus, at least more visitors and guests could be expected, each bringing wonderful presents), but his true wish, to be able to serve a gourgeous, freshly-baked loaf of bread, seemed to be fading away.
-„Oh, if only I had been more observant, and realized I had no batter to make my butter bitter or at least my bread better, I wouldn’t have to be in such a hurry!”
Sadly, Anufa the Faun entered Master Lhepessy's Pub. Hoping for some advice, he bought a glass of wine and gave it to the old man sitting at the counter. He thanked Anufa the Faun, and started to talk:
-"You probably don't know that a membranehelm can be made from a skivian helm, 2 extinguished nimbuses and 7 eardrums!"
This wasn’t exactly what Anufa the Faun was expecting. Rather startled, he bought another glass of wine and gave it to the old man sitting at the counter. He thanked Anufa the Faun again, and started to talk:
-"Have you heard it buddy, that you must cut your coat according to your cloth!"
Anufa the Faun was very sad. He stood up and was about to leave. However, after stumbling over one of the people celebrating the adventurer who just defeated the strongest clone in the arena, Master Lhepessy whispered to him:
“-Sir, I would suggest searching for Prince Keldahr if you seek batter to make your bread better! If anyone, he should have stocked up some loot on his journeys.
Anufa the Faun was overjoyed! Quickly his hoofs dangled in the humid air, and due to lack of any other interest, his body followed them. Straight to the thief, who was just being busy with a few locks when they collided.
“Dear Prince Keldahr! So good to see you! Please, I have a huge favour to ask you! You perhaps know from Lorden about my birthday party – I would like to personally invite you! However, I would need your help...Please, could you spare some batter to make my home-made bread better?”
The thief looked very kindly at the faun, and answered the question without delay.
“ Get lost. I’m busy, can’t you see?!” If I wanted to give you batter, I’d use my magnetosteel club. Go bug someone else with your issues, or else face a demerit.”
Anufa the Faun felt very sad again. He really wanted to please his guests! So he had no choice but to go on, in search of some batter. And after a short walk, his luck seemed to change...A kind lady, yet seemingly mighty sorceress came face to face with him.
“Mia Neptune! How great an honour it is to witness your elegance! I can only pray that your heart be so gentle as your appearance! Please, if I may ask you a favour...”
After unintendedly adjusting the shape of numerous tents in the marketplace, due to an elegant (yet uncontrolled) flight, and after leaving 25 famepoints behind, Anufa the Faun stood up very disappointed. Rubbing off dust and blood from his forehead, he looked on to see if there would be anyone as kind as to lend him some batter to make his bread better.
And sure enough, Jack Skellington’s errands were about to cross the faun’s. He greeted Anufa the Faun with a tender and trustful smile. Yet for some odd reason, an ancient faun-phrase came through Anufa the Faun’s mind: “Never look a skeleton in the mouth, otherwise your soul will shortly fly south!”. Very sadly, he concluded that there would be no fresh bread on his birthday party.
Ever since that day, the Adventurers of Larkinor often ponder about why there is still no backery on the Island, and the only bread available is for military purposes only.
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