For all his short, spindly figure and somewhat embarrassing beard, Allik was a force to be reckoned with. At least when it came to his pastries. “A new batch is almost done!” he called to Wax. “O Hungry One!” “Don’t start that again, Allik,” Wax snapped. “And I didn’t come here because I’m hungry.” “But you’ll still eat, yah?” “Yah,” Wax admitted. “Great!”
