Claribel Cretwas woke up at the crack of dawn. She rose out of her bed and went into the kitchen to prepare herself and her father some food before leaving for work. She looked around, scanning all the ingredients she could use,<span style="font-style: italic">"Eggs, butter, flour, milk, leavening, that makes..."</span><br/><br/>Bread.<br/><br/>Claribel groaned, "Can't I make something that<span style="font-style: italic">isn't</span>from a bakery for once?!" She didn't just hate her bakery job, she despised it, loathed it, and other words that pertain and mean the same thing. But it's the only job she can actually do, her thin build cannot make her a farmer, and it's too dangerous for her to be a merchant. She fired up the oven, mixed up the dough, and placed the dough into the oven. While the bread was baking, she went back to her room to put on her disguise, covered up everything she can, snipped out some frayed hairs that couldn't be covered by the wig no matter how hard she tried, all that stuff. Finally, she took her satchel and lantern and placed it somewhere near the front door.<br/><br/>The bread baked nicely, so Claribel took the bread out of the oven, and placed it on the table. At this point in time, Claribel would be almost late for her job, so she took her satchel, and ran out of the door. Her father would understand that she'd had to leave.