Many people who come to my baker's shop ask, why would a Durianossan leave their home, to come to Dal-Komor the city of sins. To be fair i would have never come here if it wasn't for a few factors. The first one is that i managed to buy a shop in the most secure zone of the city.




Second reason is because we do not have much resources in the south to create sweets. We have to import goods from the east and even then, the main reason we even get aid from them is because the new king treats us with respect, even if not many in that place does. I don't really follow history lessons, but my mom told me it was because we used to raid their city for supplies back then.



My mother used to import supplies to bake us stuff when we were kids, and i fell in love with such creations that i wanted to make it my life. My family was against me leaving, they are a bunch of crazies who believe our family bloodline is pure and all that crazy nonsense. Priding themselves for the horns most of us can grow, but shame any family members who can't grow their own long enough.



Guess part of my was scared to become bitter, treat only people with long horns with respect, and give the small or no horns members only table scraps. I'd say the risk was well worth it in the end, i climb into a carriage and left the desert behind me.



Hopefully my business grow big enough to have the opportunity to bake for the kind himself eventually, he's just as weird as me socially hehehe. Plus without his kind heart, i would have never tasted desserts and would have never discover my dream job.

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