The walled town surrounding the lich lord's castle used to be a dark and forboding place, filled with a cowering populace dominated by the forces of evil. As though to be as deliberate and complete a contrast to that as possible, it's now well-lit, brightly-colored and filled with the signs of life. The hammering and sawing of tradesmen, the barking of dogs, the flowing of water for bathhouses, the scent of fresh pies.<br/><br/>The last one was what concerned Frost Lily and her adventurers, as she burst into a large bakery with them in tow.<br/><br/>"All right! This is the last place our Pen's Ants gang robbed, so it seems like a good place for you all to start. They stole..." she blanked and pointed to the baker, "what again?"<br/><br/>"Forty cakes, madam," the baker was a man of good physique, with dark hair and a<em>truly</em>resplendent mustache.<br/><br/>"That's as many as four tens. And that's terrible. Anyway you all have fun, I..." she put money down on the counter, "have a date with a blueberry pie, and nobody likes a no-show."