When Claribel arrived at her bakery, she felt relieved that there was nobody was waiting at the door. She entered the door, grabbed her apron hanging from a hook, and hung her satchel in its place. She rushed to the kitchen and began to make a large batch of base dough so she can add more special ingredients if the customers want it. A couple minutes later, customers start rolling in, Claribel groaned at the sight, but she knew that she needed them to get out of the country and she is<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>giving up on the idea. She did serve her customers, of course, but most of the time she stood next to the counter like a statue, desperately trying to avoid conversation.<br/><br/>Sometime during the afternoon, a strange looking customer walked into the bakery. He wore a hooded cloak, fastened by a simple brass brooch, obscuring much of his body. He walked up to the counter with a large sack of coins, which left many customers either scared or bewildered, some even running away from the place. Claribel felt a sinking feeling about the situation, having been stressed enough about her regular customers, but now she has to deal with a suspicious one, the thought makes her heart pound in nervousness. The customer dropped his sack on the counter "I am not ordering anything, but, before I tell you of my business here, I would like to know what is your name."<br/><br/>Claribel stuttered, "C- D-D-Delen Ashbelm..."<br/><br/>The customer replies, "I see, well, I am tasked with finding this girl, I'm giving this whole sack of money if somebody can lead me in the direction of the girl."<br/><br/>Claribel visually inspected the sack, it appears to be filled to the brim with money, seemingly enough to make up that last amount of money needed to escape. She pondered for a moment, after all, the money could be counterfeit, but the coins seemed real to her so she decided to ask, "...Who's this girl you're...looking for? I-I...I think I might have...a chance of knowing who she might be...."<br/><br/>The customer simply replied "Claribel Cretwas. I am hired by Eliza Windham, if that can assist you."<br/><br/>Claribel, mouth agape with the fact that her aunt hired this man to track her down, immediately (almost to the point where it sounded suspicious) replied "I'll be...right back, I have customers to tend to and I...don't want their bread to be burnt...you know, people might...be starving...and then they have to...you know...wait and that's not really a good thing...is it? See you!"<br/><br/>And with that, she dashed off behind the counter to the kitchen.