text: [Themes: Fantasy, baking, fantasy, sidekick NPC]
  
  > Describe the surroundings
  This is the Shireton Bakery. This is where you, the Baker of Shireton, bake bread for all the citizenry (and adventuring visitors) of Shireton.
  
  A Narvish Raider waits patiently.
  
  The delicious and alluring aroma of freshly-baked bread fills the entire bakery.
  
  The oven where you bake bread hangs open, blasting heat into the bakery.
  
  A highly polished wooden counter divides the room  The display case contains nothing.
  
  On the counter are a tip jar (in which are three copper coins) and a hand bell.
  
  Everything you need to make dough (flour, water) is on your work table.
  
  On the work table are a pan of risen dough, three handfuls of barleycorn, a copper coin, a rock hard biscuit, eight metal pans and a pan of unrisen dough.
  
  Behind the counter is a strong box with a narrow slot to catch your earnings.
  
  You can also see a green robed citizen and a Shireton Harbourmaster here.
  
  Available for sale:
  a rock hard biscuit.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Bri'anne Wayverlyn the CrystalSinger arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  rustic desert food and beholders should never be taken on the same day."
  
  > give the biscuit to the green
  You nod to the green robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Dairywoman of Shireton.
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! "This is hard as a rock!" exclaims the green robed citizen, "I sha'n't pay for such rubbish! Hmpfh!"
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Bri'anne Wayverlyn the CrystalSinger presents you with a handful of barleycorn and flashes majestically while leveling up! Quest Completed!
  
  Bri'anne Wayverlyn the CrystalSinger receives 3 copper coins for their effort!
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be buyin' one of them bland, overly puffy fairy-cakes you sell in here and make a passable attempt t'pass off as real bread! Speakin' o' current events, 'at reminds me of a kinda fascinatin' story for ya! It all happened as it does, y' know, some people go about their day and arn't ever thinkin' about the stuff that really matters... me and my fellers, we was all
  piss-drunk of a Wednesday like usual...
  
  > make the dough
  You'll need your hands for this...
  
  You put the handful of barleycorn on the work table.
  
  You put the copper coin on the work table.
  
  You put the copper coin on the work table.
  
  You put the copper coin on the work table.
  
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... Out on the open sea, it was a
  fine mornin', calm waters, no chop ... and ran into beholders ... offered to trade with us ... they stole all of our clothes and cast us adrift in the Scarlet Sea. We drifted until we found a clothing merchant ship with reasonable prices."
  
  You notice the yellow robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider appears to be having a silent conversation with someone else across the room.
  
  > take all the coin from the table
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In a mysterious pass through the Valkyyria Mountains ... where we encountered a couple of hovering eyeballs ... led us the location of a cave full of treasure ... a barrel o' rum, a bucket of coconut oil, and boy we didn't know what we were in for."
  
  > put all coin in box
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... Me and my crew were explorin' a mysterious bazaar that popped up in the Enocrinesh Desert ... when we got t' our destination,  zombies ... we finally ran into each other after several near misses ... I personally allowed myself to be vulnerable and take whatever was thrust upon me."
  
  You notice the green robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider stares at you wide-eyed.
  
  > open the oven
  That's already open.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We had been summoned before the
  Lord of Elk himself, Robb Cornton Esq. ... where we encountered a troupe of beholders ... came puffin' and struttin', ready for a fight ... I still have nightmares sometimes."
  
  > put the dough in the oven
  (first taking the pan of risen dough)
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We had traveled to nearly the
  ends of the bloomin' ocean ... and ran into beholders ... wanted to sell us some rather attractive woven blankets ... we were all sore and walking funny for a week after that."
  
  You notice the green robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider gives you a thumbs up.
  
  > Continue
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... While travelling in disguise with Ahari Raiders ... and along the way three beholders ... squared off at midnight ... the dinner was passable, I hadn' the heart to mention the soggy broccoli."
  
  > Keep going
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... On shore leave in the port of Kental-Mare-Widdington ... when we got t' our destination,  skeletons ... invited us for dinner ... Never have we feasted on so many shellfish."
  
  You notice the yellow robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider indicates his eyes are on you.
  
  > continue
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  beer that's gone bad and zombies are a surprising combination on a
  hot day."
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Schoolteacher of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the moss robed citizen turns away.
  
  The moss robed citizen goes north.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be samplin' one of them bland, overly puffy fairy-cakes you sell in here and make a passable attempt t'pass off as real bread! Speakin' o' narwhal, 'at reminds me of a interestin' bon mot for ya! It all happened the one time a bunch us guys decided t' go up th' coast and see what trouble we could get inta... back when we were still huntin narwhals and Great Whites...
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "TAKE ALL HOT BREAD
  With all due haste
  To bring in heads
  PUT ALL HOT BREAD IN the display CASE...
  
  (You never thought that verse rhymed very well, but it's
  important.)
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Assistance for the lowest of the low?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a delicious hot loaf of barley bread
  a rock hard biscuit
  a rock hard biscuit
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Stableman of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  plums soaked in alcohol and zombies require lots of fiber to get
  you back to normal."
  
  > put all hot Bread in the case
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of barley bread)
  You put the delicious hot loaf of barley bread into the display case.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A delicious hot loaf of barley bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Feed the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the barley to the green
  Which do you mean, the delicious hot loaf of barley bread or a handful of barleycorn?
  
  > Hot
  (first taking the delicious hot loaf of barley bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! I deserve to splurge on good bread!" says the green robed citizen, fishing out five coppers to pay for the loaf.
  
  "Mmmm, and still hot!" exclaims the green robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the green robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Vintner of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the green robed citizen turns away.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be takin' one of them bland, overly puffy fairy-cakes you sell in here and make a passable attempt t'pass off as real bread! Speakin' o' race cars, 'at reminds me of a pretty interestin' cautionary tale for ya! It all happened when I was a young lad, before I took up sailin'... So there's this fella...
  
  > take all from the oven
  rock hard biscuit: Taken.
  rock hard biscuit: Taken.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Help the lowest of the low?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the biscuit to Bob
  Oh here's Bob the Hobo, again.
  
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  First putting down two metal pans.
  
  "It's about time there, Baker," invokes Bob the Hobo. The hobo tears into the rock hard biscuit with fervor.
  Bob the Hobo scurries out the door with his prize.
  
  Bob convulses strangely.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... My crew was planning to mutiny up
  in the north sea of Ranisk ... and on the way back about fifty beholders ... made advances of the grown-up kind ... boy we'd a never-a made it if we'd not listened to first mate Craig and his wise luggage strategies."
  
  > give the biscuit to the purple
  You nod to the purple robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Lawyer of Shireton.
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! "This is hard as a rock!" exclaims the purple robed citizen, "I sha'n't pay for such rubbish! Hmpfh!"
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... On this desert island we had
  scoped on our map ... when we got t' our destination,  beholders ... tangled ... I woke in the middle of the night to all my crew missin' and sounds like you would not believe outside the tent."
  
  You notice the red robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider winks.
  
  > look at  Raider
  Hey, that raider isn't from around here...you can almost sense a high number above his head. The raider is wearing some human leather armor.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the sleepy town of Bismarck we were slumming it over a slow weekend ... and ran into a few o' them beholders ... were givin' us the fish eye, for absolutely no reason ... we fought em back as valiantly as we can, losing brave Pegleg Timmy."
  
  > check your inventory
  You have in current possession:
  five copper coins
  an apron (being worn)
  a baker's hat (being worn)
  a quest to give
  a song in your heart
  a name response
  a job response
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We were sailin' up the Brabgard
  coast bein' careful o' all th' sharp reefs ... where we encountered zombies ... wanted us to accompany them to Shireton as bodyguards ... we might have gone into that encounter as men, but we came outta it much more than that."
  
  You notice the green robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider holds a fist to the sky.
  
  > give the coin to Raider
  You nod to the Narvish Raider, whom you recognize as the Village Idiot of Shireton.
  The Narvish Raider gives you a disturbing thbptptbpthpbtp
  sound.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the mysterious land of Mu-Tah
  ... and on the way back a small group of skeletons ... stowed away on our ship ... We shared our food and received wisdom in return."
  
  > put all coin in the box
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the pirate city of
  Elam-Throlsby ... when we got t' our destination,  monstrosities ... told us we needed to clear the hell outta here before nightfall ... we played along, and played their game, knowing our time would
  come."
  
  You notice the red robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider does a satisfied run in a circle.
  
  > make dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You slide the dough into a pan, admiring the smooth curvature.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... On this open, grassy plain we
  were crossin' with a couple of wagons n' a tempermental ox named Stu ... where we encountered a horde of brains in a jar ... met up ... we were held prisoner for what was probably between three months and five years."
  
  > put the dough in the oven
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  water from a cursed well and zombies are a poor pairing with
  wine."
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be samplin' one of them bland, overly puffy fairy-cakes you sell in here and make a passable attempt t'pass off as real bread! Speakin' o' narwhal, 'at reminds me of a interestin' anecdote for ya! It all happened when I was a young bolt, looking fine in my horizontally striped tight shirt, ascot, and tight white trousers...all wet and clingin' to me muscles... My neighbors had this gorgeous black stallion...
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "But mind the song
  Don't burn the crust
  For too much song
  Burns bread to dust"
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Ploughman of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... On this open, grassy plain we
  were crossin' with a couple of wagons n' a tempermental ox named Stu ... when we got t' our destination,  tentacle whips ... tried to waylay us in the Green Woods ... we were put to work in the sculleries, washing dishes for their fancy dinner party."
  
  You notice the green robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider moonwalks poorly.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a rock hard biscuit
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Assistance for the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the biscuit to the white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Dairywoman of Shireton.
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! "This is hard as a rock!" exclaims the white robed citizen, "I sha'n't pay for such rubbish! Hmpfh!"
  
  The white robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Doctor of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the red robed citizen turns away.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the sleepy town of Bismarck we were slumming it over a slow weekend ... and on the way back a whole host of monstrosities ... used my crew as their personal harem for a time while we negotiated ... I tell you what, the crabs you can get from those people are no joke."
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  That dough is perfect. It nestles in the pan beautifully.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Help the lowest of the low?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You shape the dough into a loaf and lay it snugly in a pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Artist of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the pirate city of
  Elam-Throlsby ... when we got t' our destination,  beholders ... stripped us down, tied us up, covered us with honey and rice ... Never have we feasted on so many shellfish."
  
  You notice the yellow robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider step-touches a few times.
  
  > put the barleycorn on the dough
  (first taking the handful of barleycorn)
  Putting things on the unrisen dough would achieve nothing.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Feed the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > put the barleycorn in the dough
  You work the barleycorn into the unrisen dough.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Waste Management Technician of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the green robed citizen turns away.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We had traveled to nearly the
  ends of the bloomin' ocean ... and on the way back a tangle of brains in a jar ... came puffin' and struttin', ready for a fight ... we fought em back as valiantly as we can, losing brave Pegleg
  Timmy."
  
  > put the dough in oven
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  "Help the lowest of the low?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > close oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Seamstress of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The yellow robed citizen goes north.
  
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  The Harbormaster continues: "... Out on the open sea, it was a
  fine mornin', calm waters, no chop ... and along the way tentacle whips ... enticed us off of our route into a hovel in the desert ... boy we'd a never-a made it if we'd not listened to first mate Craig and his wise luggage strategies."
  
  You notice the moss robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider studies his fingernails innocently.
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "I don't chase quest
  O'er hill and dale
  I don't make swords nor deliver your mail
  Delicious crust and fluffy crumb
  You want some bread, come get you some!"
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Assistance for the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a rock hard biscuit
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Merchant of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the yellow robed citizen turns away.
  
  The yellow robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... On shore leave in the port of Kental-Mare-Widdington ... when we got t' our destination,  several zombies ... tried to waylay us in the Green Woods ... they stole all of our clothes and cast us adrift in the Scarlet Sea. We drifted until we found a clothing merchant ship with reasonable prices."
  
  > give the biscuit to Bob
  Oh here's Bob the Hobo, again.
  
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  "May the gods protect ye," invokes Bob the Hobo. The hobo tears into the rock hard biscuit with fervor.
  Bob the Hobo scurries out the door with his prize.
  
  Bob convulses strangely.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  spells from a spellbook in a foreign language and monstrosities
  don't go together."
  
  > put the dough in the oven
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be havin' one of them bland, overly puffy fairy-cakes you sell in here and make a passable attempt t'pass off as real bread! Speakin' o' the weather, 'at reminds me of a pretty weird tale for ya! It all happened back in the day... Y'ever look up at the stars in th' sky and ask "Are we all there is?"
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  "Help the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "We don't spit in the loaves of bread
  Don't poke it with pins, or with razors or lead
  Explosives and poisons are readily out
  For this bread is safe, I declare with a shout!"
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Choreographer of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... My crew was planning to mutiny up
  in the north sea of Ranisk ... and on the way back skeletons ... tangled ... we were held prisoner for what was probably between three months and five years."
  
  You notice the yellow robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider apparently hears music and is singing along silently, unabashed.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a rock hard biscuit
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  "Feed the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the biscuit to Bob
  "Ah, many blessings upon ye're establishmen'," invokes Bob the Hobo. The hobo tears into the rock hard biscuit with fervor.
  Bob the Hobo scurries out the door with his prize.
  
  Bob convulses strangely.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In a mysterious pass through the Valkyyria Mountains ... and along the way a squad of zombies ... used my crew as their personal harem for a time while we negotiated ... it was probably the most fiendish and difficult struggle of our
  lives."
  
  > examine Harbormaster
  The Shireton Harbourmaster is Shireton's saltiest character, recounting upon all who will listen his exciting tales when he was younger on the Sunlit Sea.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... While travelling in disguise with Ahari Raiders ... and on the way back zombies ... stowed away on our ship ... we were all sore and walking funny for a week after
  that."
  
  You notice the green robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider inspects the tip of his onyx shortsword.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You have in current possession:
  a rock hard biscuit
  an apron (being worn)
  a baker's hat (being worn)
  a quest to give
  a song in your heart
  a name response
  a job response
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... On this desert island we had
  scoped on our map ... and along the way a buncha skeletons ... offered to trade with us ... we might have gone into that encounter as men, but we came outta it much more than that."
  
  > make the dough
  You'll need your hands for this...
  
  You put the rock hard biscuit on the work table.
  
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You mould the dough into a loaf and slap it into an empty pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  tequila and zombies can be profitable."
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan. You give it a jaunty slap: Smooth as a schoolmarm's backside.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster scowls, "Me, I'll be takin' one of them bland, overly puffy fairy-cakes you sell in here and make a passable attempt t'pass off as real bread! Speakin' o' narwhal, 'at reminds me of a funny anecdote for ya! It all happened last week... We used t' call this one guy "Stubbs", and that was fer a reason!
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You shape the dough into a loaf and lay it snugly in a pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... Visiting the estate of the Sultan
  El Katet, and his glorious palace in the desert ... and ran into monstrosities ... led us the location of a cave full of treasure ... I still have nightmares sometimes."
  
  You notice the red robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider wipes his shortsword on his trousers.
  
  > make dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan. You give it a jaunty slap: Taut as a baby's skin.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We were sailin' up the Brabgard
  coast bein' careful o' all th' sharp reefs ... and on the way back a dozen or so skeletons ... snared us in a trap ... the dinner was passable, I hadn' the heart to mention the soggy broccoli."
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You shape the dough into a loaf and lay it snugly in a pan. You give it a jaunty slap: Resilient as a maiden's backside.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Watchmaker of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the red robed citizen turns away.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... While luncheoning with the Queen
  of Aeons ... where we encountered tentacle whips ... made advances of the grown-up kind ... a barrel o' rum, a bucket of coconut oil, and boy we didn't know what we were in for."
  
  You notice the green robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider moonwalks poorly.
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  That dough is perfect. It nestles in the pan beautifully.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  "Help the lowest of the low?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the yellow robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Candlestick Maker of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... Me and my crew were explorin' a mysterious bazaar that popped up in the Enocrinesh Desert ... and along the way a village full of hovering eyeballs ... wanted us to accompany them to Shireton as bodyguards ... I personally allowed myself to be vulnerable and take whatever was thrust upon me."
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You mould the dough into a loaf and slap it into an empty pan. You give it a jaunty slap: Firm as a lad's cheek.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Feed the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the loaf to the yellow
  You nod to the yellow robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Optometrist of Shireton.
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! "This is hard as a rock!" exclaims the yellow robed citizen, "I sha'n't pay for such rubbish! Hmpfh!"
  
  The yellow robed citizen goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Tour Guide of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the green robed citizen turns away.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
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  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We had been summoned before the
  Lord of Elk himself, Robb Cornton Esq. ... and ran into tentacle whips ... were givin' us the fish eye, for absolutely no reason ... I woke in the middle of the night to all my crew missin' and sounds like you would not believe outside the tent."
  
  You notice the moss robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider apparently hears music and is singing along silently, unabashed.
  
  > give loaf to purple
  You nod to the purple robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Miller of Shireton.
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! "This is hard as a rock!" exclaims the purple robed citizen, "I sha'n't pay for such rubbish! Hmpfh!"
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Help the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give the loaf to the white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Vintner of Shireton.
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! "This is hard as a rock!" exclaims the white robed citizen, "I sha'n't pay for such rubbish! Hmpfh!"
  
  The white robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Candlestick Maker of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the mysterious land of Mu-Tah
  ... where we encountered one of those skeletons ... we finally ran into each other after several near misses ... we were taken to a restaurant that served th' most succulent calamari you could ever imagine."
  
  > put the dough in the oven
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  "Feed the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > put the dough in the oven
  (first taking the pan of unrisen dough)
  You put the pan of unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  The yellow robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Drunkard of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the yellow robed citizen turns away.
  
  The yellow robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... In the pirate city of
  Elam-Throlsby ... when we got t' our destination,  beholders ... squared off at midnight ... we played along, and played their game, knowing our time would come."
  
  It appears the raider has made it to the front of the queue...and he'd like to show you his collection of sharp, pointy objects...
  
  > make the dough
  Some flour, some water, some furious kneading by skilled baker's hands - and before you know it, you have a perfect ball of dough!
  
  You mould the dough into a loaf and slap it into an empty pan.
  
  > Continue
  You furiously knead a ball of dough into the perfect elasticity.
  
  You shape the dough into a loaf and lay it snugly in a pan.
  
  > keep going
  You skillfully create a ball of dough.
  
  With some firm patting, you manipulate the dough and tilt it into a spare pan.
  
  > keep going
  You create a ball of bread dough.
  
  That dough is perfect. It nestles in the pan beautifully.
  
  > Continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan.
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "Oh I am the Baker of Shireton
  And I bake bread because baking is fun
  For just a coin I'll bake some bread
  And I'll be the Baker until I am dead!"
  
  Ah, the delicious smell of fresh baked bread fills the bakery.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a hot loaf of wheat bread
  a hot loaf of wheat bread
  a hot loaf of wheat bread
  a hot loaf of wheat bread
  a hot loaf of wheat bread
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > take all
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: First putting down two metal pans.
  
  Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: First putting down two metal pans.
  
  Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  metal pan: Taken.
  metal pan: Taken.
  metal pan: Taken.
  metal pan: Taken.
  metal pan: Taken.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > put Bread in the display case
  You put the loaf of wheat bread into the display case.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  > give Bread to white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Butcher of Shireton.
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the white robed citizen.
  
  The white robed citizen goes north.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  > put the coin in the box
  Clink!
  The copper coin lands in the box with all the rest of them.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  > give Bread to red
  You nod to the red robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Optometrist of Shireton.
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the red robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  "Assistance for the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Bread to Bob
  Oh here's Bob the Hobo, again.
  
  "Ah, many blessings upon ye're establishmen'," invokes Bob the Hobo. The hobo tears into the loaf of wheat bread with fervor.
  Bob the Hobo scurries out the door with his prize.
  
  Bob convulses strangely.
  
  > make the dough
  You'll need your hands for this...
  
  You put the copper coin on the work table.
  
  You put the metal pan on the work table.
  
  You put the metal pan on the work table.
  
  You put the metal pan on the work table.
  
  You put the metal pan on the work table.
  
  You put the metal pan on the work table.
  
  You put the metal pan on the work table.
  
  You put the loaf of wheat bread on the work table.
  
  You put the loaf of wheat bread on the work table.
  
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You slide the dough into a pan, admiring the smooth curvature. You give it a jaunty slap: Smooth as a maiden's skin.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  > Continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  That dough is perfect. It nestles in the pan beautifully.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  "Feed the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > Continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You slide the dough into a pan, admiring the smooth curvature.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Seamstress of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  > continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  "Assistance for the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > Keep going
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  That dough is perfect. It nestles in the pan beautifully.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Village Idiot of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the green robed citizen turns away.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  "Help the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > put the coin in the dough
  You poke the copper coin into an unrisen dough.
  What is this, Mardi Gras? What would the Board of Bakery Safety think?
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Cardiologist of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The moss robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > throw the dough at Bob
  (first taking the unrisen dough)
  You lack the nerve when it comes to the crucial moment.
  
  "Assistance for the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Quest to Bob
  Quest Offered! I am the Baker of Shireton, and I would
  like to bake some delicious barley bread for the citizenry of Shireton. Unfortunately, raiders have cut off all trade routes to the north, where barleycorn is currently in season. If you can bring me but a handful of barleycorn, I can begin baking delicious barley bread for the citizenry of Shireton once again! Go forth adventurer, and ye shall be rewarded handsomely!
  
  Bob the Hobo responds, "I'm not the adventuring type, Baker. Perhaps someone of sturdy constitution and adventuring spirit might take up the ultimate quest of Barleycorn for you! Quest Refused.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Senator of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the green robed citizen turns away.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > put Bread in the oven
  (first taking the loaf of wheat bread)
  You put the loaf of wheat bread into the oven.
  
  "Help the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > put the dough in the oven
  Dough all over the oven. That's going to be a mess.
  
  You put the unrisen dough into the oven.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You have in current possession:
  an apron (being worn)
  a baker's hat (being worn)
  a quest to give
  a song in your heart
  a name response
  a job response
  
  "Assistance for the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > open the oven
  That's already open.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "Help the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You mould the dough into a loaf and slap it into an empty pan.
  
  > Continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  With some firm patting, you manipulate the dough and tilt it into a spare pan.
  
  "Feed the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > Continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You shape the dough into a loaf and lay it snugly in a pan.
  
  > Continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  With some firm patting, you manipulate the dough and tilt it into a spare pan.
  
  "Assistance for the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > Continue
  cheapglulxe quit with exit status: 1
  
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  *Age of Aeons Patch Notes*V.12.017
  *Patch#0000009712735007 *We are aware that the Narv Warriors have *exploited the geometry of the Vojavi Mountain *Range to make an easy path the the starting *areas near Shireton and Bexley. We ask the *factions to play nicely while the map in the *affected areas are repaired. Please let the noobs *play during this Exclusive Early Access period as *dictated by AoE, LLC. Thanks guys. *-o=O AoA Team O=o-
  
  *Age of Aeons Patch Notes*V.12.017
  *Patch#0000009712734083
  *Fixed minor glitch where Baker of Shireton was
  *occasionally observed as a disembodied floating head due to
  *missing clothing textures.
  
  This is the Shireton Bakery. This is where you, the Baker of Shireton, bake bread for all the citizenry of Shireton. This is a magnificent location: Right off the Shireton Towne Square, which is one step to the north.
  
  The oven where you bake bread dominates a corner of the bakery out of reach of the clientele.
  
  A highly polished wooden counter divides the room.
  
  On the counter are a tip jar (empty) and a hand bell.
  
  Everything you need to make dough (flour, water) is on your work table.
  
  On the work table are ten metal pans.
  
  Behind the counter is a strong box with a narrow slot to catch your earnings.
  
  > Milestones
  The milestones you have encountered so far include:
  
  Shanked by a Raider
  
  > open the curtain
  You open the blue curtain.
  
  > enter back
  This is a mind-bogglingly huge storage space whose horizon falls off at the round edge of your perception. You could probably go any direction and no direction here at the same time. Flat representations of ten balls of dough, twenty loaves of barley bread, twenty loaves of wheat bread, twenty loaves of sourdough bread, twenty rock hard biscuits, a haze of acrid smoke, an aroma, fifty copper coins and a cursed pickle are both here and not here.
  
  You can see a blue checked curtain here.
  
  > Go outside
  You open the blue checked curtain.
  
  This is the Shireton Bakery. This is where you, the Baker of Shireton, bake bread for all the citizenry (and adventuring visitors) of Shireton.
  
  The oven where you bake bread dominates a corner of the bakery out of reach of the clientele.
  
  A highly polished wooden counter divides the room.
  
  On the counter are a tip jar (empty) and a hand bell.
  
  Everything you need to make dough (flour, water) is on your work table.
  
  On the work table are ten metal pans.
  
  Behind the counter is a strong box with a narrow slot to catch your earnings.
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  Another loaf-shaped dough plops into a metal pan. You give it a jaunty slap: Pale as a schoolmarm's posterior.
  
  > take all risen dough
  pan of risen dough: Taken.
  pan of risen dough: Taken.