It was a standard two-layer cake, about twenty centimeters in diameter. It was covered in an even layer of white cream and topped with a few bright red strawberries. The overall look was simple yet full, almost indistinguishable from the exquisite cakes Colin had seen before he came to this world.
After the clerk packed the cake into a box, Colin carried it and headed out of the city with Ale.
Along the way, the Half-Elf would occasionally ask strange questions, like how to greet the city's residents, and Colin would offer a brief response now and then.
The two of them soon arrived at the sewer entrance.
Dorn, bald with a white beard, was still standing lazily by the entrance.
"Is Orelia here?"
"She went in a few hours ago." Dorn's expression changed. "Wait... why is there a Half-Elf with you?"
"She was with me last time, too. Didn't you notice?" Colin said, glancing back at her.
