Commander Braghaman Larethian

Cake

Braghaman stepped inside the bakery and closed the door behind him. There were several customers already waiting to be served, so he started to look around at the pastries set up in cases around the room. After a few minutes, one of the employees walked through the crowd and walked up to the paladin.

“Good morning, sir. Is there something I could help you with?”

“I placed an order last week to be picked up today.”

“Of course. What name is it under?”

“Larethian.”

“Let me check on the order,” he said before making his way back behind the counters to the back room. Braghaman stepped up to the main counter and waited, glancing at the cupcakes that stood on a pedestal. 

“Here we go Mr. Larethian,” the employee said as he came back into the room with a two tiered cake that had chocolate covered strawberries arranged down its side. “I think it turned out really well.”

“It looks perfect,” Braghaman said with a smile.

“How many years will it be?”

“Two years, today,” Braghaman answered, continuing to smile.

“Well, I hope she enjoys the cake.”

“I do, too.”