Whistling to himself the rugged looking ex-con made his way down the street when he found the bakery. Never one to turn down a chance to boy fresh bread he headded in. His tall stature and straight short hair and gruff looking stub made him look the part of a thug. His torn jeans, worn out sneakers and tanktop didnt help either. He looked areound, it was such a curious crowd that had gathered. Was that... a dragon? He looked at it at first.<br/><br/>"Eight.. I want... Two choclate buns please" he said taking out his wallet "oh and a coke"