{Fixed the post to give us a bit more set up to work with later. Figured no one else posted yet anyways.}

Devlin felt as if he was child in a candy store as he walked around Mock Town -- albeit it a child with no money to buy candy. You see, although he was surrounded by very tasty looking bounties he wasn’t able to do anything about it. It wasn’t exactly that he was aware he couldn’t take on an entire town full of pirates, but rather that he understood that this town relied on the pirate traffic. If he caused a scene and scared pirates away from the town then the economy of Mock would surly suffer for it. He didn’t care too much about messing with pirates, but he did care a great deal about messing with people’s livelihoods. Not that he understood why people would willingly rely on such people…. But he wasn’t one to judge.

What did surprise him was Randy. She had even less self-control then he did. How she was managing to not start a fight every few steps was beyond him, but obviously she hadn’t done so yet. He didn’t hear any grown men crying for their mothers, so Randy must have been behaving. Either that, or she was being quiet with her beatings. He wasn’t really sure. What he did know was that Randy was a big girl, and she could handle herself long enough for him to sneak off on his own for a bit. It didn’t matter how full of pirates and bounties this place was; he was hungry, and he could smell cake from two islands over. His cake senses were on fire now. It was close.

Stumbling his way through the streets Devlin found his way into a bakery, or what he called it -- ‘Heaven’. All around him was a myriad of sugar and baked goods. His childish enthusiasm was startling to the pudgy older man at the counter.  Devlin was a tall man, six foot tall at least, and broad to boot. He also had a massive iron sword strapped to his back, which even in a town of pirates was strange. His size, build, and sword would have normally made him look fairly intimidating -- if it wasn’t for the fact that he practically had drool running down to his green tee-shirt. Devlin was already too memorized by the sight of a triple decker carrot cake to even notice that the shopkeeper was staring at him in startled confusion.

“C-Can I help you today sir?” The shopkeeper said trying to take control of the situation. He was used to dealing with criminals and assholes. Devlin was neither of these things, more or less, and it was strange seeing someone who didn’t seem to be at least trying to look mean. In a town of pirates, all of them trying to show off and make a name for themselves, it was what you should expect. It was why the shopkeeper was now aware that he wasn’t dealing with a regular pirate. This man in front of him was something different entirely. What he didn’t know yet. Just different.

Devlin lifted his head up when the shopkeeper addressed him. For a second, he had forgotten where he was, and had drifted away into sugary dreams. Devlin glided to the counter to meet the baker, pulling out his wallet as he did.

“How much for the carrot cake…? And those doughnuts there…? Are those bonbons?” Devlin seemed to lose his train of thought just as quick as his eyes moved from item to item. The baker took his order with a bit of concern, and he didn’t know exactly why. Having lived in Mock for so long he was used to seeing all kinds of strange people come through here, and had seen a lot of people leave. Sometimes back in their ships and off to sea, sometimes in coffins and in to the ground. This was a dangerous place to be in if you were a fool. He definitely thought Devlin was that, but he wasn't normally concerned for fools. Yet he was concerned. Maybe it was the enthusiasm the silver haired man had showed for his bakery, maybe it was the way he politely said thank you after the baker took each item of his order and placed it in boxes, maybe it was something else he couldn’t see, but he didn’t want to see Devlin get himself hurt here. He had to say something.

Devlin placed the money for his rather large order down on the counter, and started to scoop up his prize. He couldn’t wait to shovel all this cake and goodies into his mouth. He nodded thank you one more time before turning to the door, only to be stopped by the shopkeeper right before he pushed it open.

“Sir please, if I may. I appreciate the business, and the enthusiasm, but you need to be careful. Pleases, thank yous and big smiles are all very nice to see around here…. But this is a town of scoundrels. Some might see it as a sign of weakness, and these people eat the weak alive. Look I’m just… ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?” The shopkeepers heart felt warning was cut short when he realized Devlin had managed to open the box with the carrot cake inside and was eating out of it like a horse on a troth. He pushed Devlin out of his shop, half in rage, half in embarrassment. As Devlin slid out of the shop, he was able to lift his cake filled face from the box long enough to say, “Thanks old man!”.

The baker grumbled watching Devlin stumble away. Some people just were not worth saving. Still, he hoped he didn’t get himself hurt that bad out there.