The elven man was left to peddle his wares to the others, seemingly a bit shocked at how the things had gone with Tehr, but nonetheless he was putting an honest effort in his showmanship as well as trying to make sales, shameless in flattering and trying to encourage people to take a look, to get them to enjoy the looks of his word before speaking of prices, trying to lead them into buying more of his wares. He seemed determined to make up for the 'lost sale' that Tehr's wealth might have provided had he not picked up on the livewood piece.<br/><br/>The baker's store held a delightful scent and stepping up, Tehr was greeted by a familiar sight of a street-urchin tipping his hat to the man proudly. "Good day sire, I was just running errands for the dwarven lady, Ironna. Glad to see you are well sire, mighty fine job you're doing and all that, but I gotta run, pip pip!" That said, he dashed out with a basket under one arm showing fresh bread scented righly of herbs, the baker seeming to smirk slightly at the retreating young lad's back before turning his attention to Tehr. "So what can I get you this fine day sire? Fresh bread from the ovens, some cake for the misses, a bit of cookies to go along, or would you have a sweet tooth for some pie, perhaps a bit of bread with herbs baked within?" He smiled amusedly, the man was a bit on the plump side and looked like he liked to eat, but if the scents of the place were any advertisement, he did fine job with what he knew.<br/><br/>After hearing out what Tehr was after the baker chuckled a moment and nod his head. "Hmm, a bit of fruit pie you say, well I have some freshly made applepie nearby, it goes well with the bit of cider that's been brought into the stores lately from the halfling lands, but there's also some with fresh blueberries, I can only imagine they're from a greenhouse given the season we are in but the taste is a delightful one. Yet if you desire fruit, I believe the options are either the applepie or a simple enough fruitpie. I got no cherries here nor granberries I am afraid, nor have I gotten any pears." The man offered a small apology but moved to retrieve what the client might desire, bagging things calmly in a thin paper bag before offering it out in exchange for the coin, a bow from his head evident before he turned to regard the next client to arrive.<br/><br/>Yet in his time in the shop, Tehr's eyes would easily come across more than a couple of things moving to the shelves on their own, and the oven in the kitchen-space beyond a doorway opening momentarily, for a pie to be lifted out by ghostly hands and set on a nearby counter while another, still light in shade was slipped into the hot oven for its own turn.