text: > Look around
  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  The display case contains nothing.
  
  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 a pan of unrisen dough, a pan of unrisen dough, a pan of risen dough, a delicious loaf of wheat bread, a delicious loaf of sourdough bread, four delicious loaves of wheat bread and five metal pans.
  
  Behind the counter is a strong box with a narrow slot to catch your earnings.
  
  Available for sale:
  a delicious loaf of wheat bread.
  a delicious loaf of wheat bread.
  a delicious loaf of wheat bread.
  a delicious loaf of wheat bread.
  a delicious loaf of wheat bread.
  a delicious loaf of sourdough bread.
  
  > get all Bread
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious loaf of sourdough bread: Taken.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  
  > put all Bread in the case
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  delicious loaf of sourdough bread:
  
  Full display case bonus!
  
  Done.
  delicious loaf of wheat bread: The display case is full. You'll have to sell some of that bread in there. If there are old loaves, you might want to put them to the waste bin.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A delicious loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  > give the wheat to the purple
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the purple robed citizen.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the purple robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  > get all copper
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  
  > put all copper in the slot
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  
  The Narvish Raider arrives from the north.
  
  > 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.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A delicious loaf of sourdough bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  You notice the moss robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The Raider leans nonchalantly.
  
  > give Quest to Raider
  You nod to the Narvish Raider, whom you recognize as the Candlestick Maker of Shireton.
  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!
  
  The Narvish Raider 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 red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A delicious loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the red robed citizen.
  
  > give wheat to the red
  You nod to the red robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Lawyer of Shireton.
  (first taking the delicious loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the red robed citizen.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the red robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The red robed citizen goes north.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A delicious loaf of sourdough bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  You notice the purple robed citizen suddenly bursting into a shower of experience points. The raider catches your eye and gives you a friendly nod.
  
  > get all copper
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  copper coin: Taken.
  
  > put all copper in the slot
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  copper coin: Clink!
  
  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...
  
  > give Quest to yourself
  Talking to yourself is likely to prove unrewarding.
  
  > continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You slide the dough into a pan, admiring the smooth curvature. You give it a jaunty slap: Taut as a monk's skin.
  
  > continue
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  That dough is perfect. It nestles in the pan beautifully. You give it a jaunty slap: Silky as a lad's posterior.
  
  > make the dough
  You knead another ball of bread dough.
  
  You slide the dough into a pan, admiring the smooth curvature. You give it a jaunty slap: Firm as a lad's cheek.
  
  > make the dough
  You've made quite enough dough. You're ready to BAKE BREAD now.
  
  > bake Bread
  You open the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  That does it! No more bread will fit in the oven.
  
  You close the oven.
  
  > 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.
  
  > get all Bread
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  The green 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.
  
  > put all Bread into the case
  loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  loaf of wheat bread: Done.
  loaf of wheat bread:
  
  Full display case bonus!
  
  Done.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give the wheat to Green
  You nod to the green robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Drunkard of Shireton.
  (first taking the loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the green robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give the wheat to the moss
  You nod to the moss robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Schoolteacher of Shireton.
  (first taking the loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the moss robed citizen.
  
  The moss robed citizen goes north.
  
  Bob the Hobo arrives from the north.
  
  "Assistance for the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > bake Bread
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  You put the pan of risen dough into the oven.
  
  That does it! No more bread will fit in the oven.
  
  You close the oven.
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "The Bread is Life
  The Bread is Art
  I bake my Bread
  Straight from the Heart!"
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  "Feed 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 wheat bread
  a delicious hot loaf of wheat bread
  a delicious hot loaf of wheat bread
  a delicious hot loaf of wheat bread
  a delicious hot loaf of wheat bread
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Butcher 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.
  
  Ah, the delicious smell of fresh baked bread fills the bakery.
  
  > get all hot
  delicious hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  delicious hot loaf of wheat bread: Taken.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "Assistance for the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Bread to white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Cardiologist of Shireton.
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the white robed citizen.
  
  "Mmmm, and still fresh!" exclaims the white robed citizen, dropping another coin in the jar.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the white robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The white robed citizen goes north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  The red robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Optometrist 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.
  
  > give Bread to the purple
  You nod to the purple robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Nondenominational Religious Leader of Shireton.
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the purple robed citizen.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the purple robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  "Help the hopeless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Bread to white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Senator of Shireton.
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the white robed citizen.
  
  "Delicious!" proclaims the white robed citizen, and yet another copper clinks into your tip jar.
  
  The white robed citizen goes north.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Italian Restaurant Owner 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, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > make the dough
  You'll need your hands for this...
  
  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 put the delicious loaf of wheat bread on the work table.
  
  You put the delicious loaf of wheat bread 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.
  
  With some firm patting, you manipulate the dough and tilt it into a spare pan. You give it a jaunty slap: Resilient as a lad's buttock.
  
  "Assistance for the lowest of the low?" 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?
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > examine the dough
  The unrisen dough is rather nondescript.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  "Help the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Bread to Green
  You nod to the green robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Senator of Shireton.
  (first taking the loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the green robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  The purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Nondenominational Religious Leader of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the purple robed citizen turns away.
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > examine the dough
  It seems to be an unrisen dough, and it's rather unrisen dough-shaped and sized, with a distinctly unrisen dough-esque styling and vibe to it.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  "Assistance for the lowest of the low?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Bread to white
  You nod to the white robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Stableman of Shireton.
  (first taking the loaf of wheat bread)
  "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 purple robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the purple robed citizen.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Senator of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving an indignant "Hmph!" in return.
  
  The purple robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > look at the dough
  The unrisen dough is rather nondescript.
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster arrives from the north.
  
  "Feed the penniless?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > put the coin in the oven
  You put the copper coin into the oven.
  
  Seeing your inattention, Bob panhandles the Cartographer of Shireton, who has been patiently waiting, receiving a flung copper as the Shireton Harbourmaster turns away.
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > examine the dough
  It seems to be an unrisen dough, and it's rather unrisen dough-shaped and sized, with a distinctly unrisen dough-esque styling and vibe to it.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  "A loaf of wheat bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  "Assistance for the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > give Bread to Green
  You nod to the green robed citizen, whom you recognize as the Cardiologist of Shireton.
  (first taking the loaf of wheat bread)
  "Ah, thank you, good Baker of Shireton! Here is your well-deserved, but meager coin," says the green robed citizen.
  
  The green robed citizen goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "Feed 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 copper coin
  
  "Assistance for the hungry?" asks Bob the Hobo. "Gimme either a coin or a loaf, don't matter which!"
  
  > get the coin from the oven
  Taken.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > give it to Bob
  Oh here's Bob the Hobo, again.
  
  "Gods bles ye," snaps Bob the Hobo, biting the coin to assure its validity.
  
  Bob the Hobo goes north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > put the coin in the oven
  You put the copper coin into the oven.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "MAKE some DOUGH
  Do it AGAIN
  Repeat that step
  Till I have ten!"
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  > open the oven
  That's already open.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > examine the oven
  This oven is your livelihood, your baby, and your pride and joy. It is where you bake bread for all the citizenry of Shireton. It can bake up to five loaves of bread at the same time! The cast-iron door stands open, blasting heat into the bakery at the perfect temperature to bake bread. You ought to close that, so the temperature doesn't cool off below that optimum temperature.
  
  In the oven are a metal pan and a copper coin.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  Ah, the delicious smell of fresh baked bread fills the bakery.
  
  > examine Bread
  It seems to be a delicious loaf of wheat bread, and it's rather delicious loaf of wheat bread-shaped and sized, with a distinctly delicious loaf of wheat bread-esque styling and vibe to it.
  
  > check your inventory
  You have in current possession:
  a copper coin
  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
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster arrives from the north.
  
  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' hardtack, 'at reminds me of a pretty fascinatin' tale 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... When I was in the royal navy...
  
  > give Bread to Harbormaster
  You turn your attention to the Shireton Harbourmaster.
  (first taking the delicious loaf of wheat bread)
  The harbormaster squeezes the bread between his gnarled fingers.
  "Soft as a bosun's arse. Guess this'll have to do it," he says, flipping you one coin.
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster goes north.
  
  The green robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  > open the oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a delicious hot coppery loaf of wheat bread
  a copper coin
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The moss robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  > get coppery
  Taken.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss robed citizen.
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster 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' hardtack, 'at reminds me of a funny yarn for ya! It all happened back in the day... back when we were still huntin narwhals and Great Whites...
  
  > get copper from the oven
  Taken.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery, causing the blue curtain over the back room door to flutter.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... While luncheoning with the Queen
  of Aeons ... and along the way beholders ... invited us for dinner ... we fought em back as valiantly as we can, losing brave Pegleg
  Timmy."
  
  > make the dough
  You'll need your hands for this...
  
  You put the copper coin on the work table.
  
  You put the delicious hot coppery loaf of wheat bread 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.
  
  You mould the dough into a loaf and slap it into an empty pan.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the moss 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 ran into six hovering eyeballs ... wanted to sell us some rather attractive woven blankets ... a barrel o' rum, a bucket of coconut oil, and boy we didn't know what we were in
  for."
  
  > 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 moss robed citizen.
  
  The white robed citizen arrives from the north.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... Me and my crew were explorin' a mysterious bazaar that popped up in the Enocrinesh Desert ... where we encountered beholders ... tangled ... I personally allowed myself to be vulnerable and take whatever was thrust upon me."
  
  > close the oven
  You close the oven.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the green robed citizen.
  
  The Harbormaster continues: "... We had been summoned before the
  Lord of Elk himself, Robb Cornton Esq. ... and on the way back a buncha tentacle whips ... tried to waylay us in the Green Woods ... we were all sore and walking funny for a week after that."
  
  > Sing
  Your lusty reel paints the air with melody:
  
  "Then I TAKE ALL RISEN DOUGH
  And SING the SONG to pass the hour
  I BAKE the BREAD I have in hand
  And leave the rest to wonderfully sour!"
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  The Harbormaster concludes: "And the moral o' that story is:
  magical journeys listed as "short" in the brochure and
  monstrosities will have you spending the night clutching your chamber pot."
  
  > open oven
  You open the oven. Inside you see:
  a rock hard biscuit
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  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' narwhal, 'at reminds me of a pretty terrifyin' anecdote for ya! It all happened earlier this morning...
  me and my fellers, we was all piss-drunk of a Wednesday like usual...
  
  > give the biscuit to Harbormaster
  (first taking the rock hard biscuit)
  The salty dog's visage brightens. "Ah! Now this is more like it! Hard... Tooth-chippin'... It reminds me of my younger days!" he says, barely concealing a tear.
  Five coins drop into your palm.
  
  The Shireton Harbourmaster goes north.
  
  You move the empty pans from the oven to the work table.
  
  "A loaf of bread, please!" requests the white robed citizen.
  
  Heat blasts from the open oven into the bakery.