Chapter 43 - The Festival of the Bargain God I

The wagon creaked along the muddy road to Glimmerfen like it was auditioning for a haunted house. My crew—Lilith, Vorren, Jex, Yvra, Mister Fog, and the King's finest disasters, Sir Thrain and Sir Gorrim—bounced along, each bump making us question our life choices. I sprawled in the back, still glowing faintly from the First Loaf's power, which hummed in my chest like a sugar rush that refused to quit. My fingers itched to summon another loaf, but after turning a tree into a cupcake yesterday, I figured I'd save my bread magic for something epic. Like, say, a dragon. Or a really good sandwich.