Sir Edward nodded his head solemnly, which left his oversized helmet rocking back and forth. "We might start here," he said, drawing an 'X' in a spot that marked the small farming village of Pie, right outside the capital city. This was where the Cavorting Croissant was! And it was also small enough that the Pastry Clerics - and Sir Edward shuddered at the thought of them - would be unlikely to find them.
Sir Edward scrunched up his bushy brows. Weapons? Was he going to need a weapon? He was never a combatant, though he could swing a broomstick or two when he needed it. Perhaps some of the others might need to visit the blacksmith instead.
As for supplies, he'd brought his whole stash with him on his two horses. They had come from his small estate. He had brought three week's supply of ice-enchanted dough. If they met a fire mage along the way, they would be able to defrost and bake the dough to scrumptious bready perfection. Other than that, he had a week's supply of biscuits, which could be eaten right away.
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