On a Search

As he looks around, he sees a small, thin figure dressed in a hooded cloak that hides every identifying feature. Shrugging, Draven motions to the man and starts walking to the port city. "Come on then, we've got a few stops to make before we can settle in for the night."
The man follows a few paces behind Draven, the hood draped so that even if Draven was to look under the hood, the shadows created by the fabric would do nothing more than reveal that it was a person under the cloak.
While they walked by several vendors that were starting to put out their wares for sale, Draven begins a mantra under his breath, one that can barely be heard. he snatches a loaf of bread off the baker's stand. The man behind him darts forward and places a few gold coins on the table before the baker could cry out at Draven's theft. Draven does this to the butcher and a farmer who was selling milk and cheese. Each time the figure behind him darts up and pays the vendors to keep them from sounding the alarm of "Thief". Draven doesn't notice the actions, thinking that the men he had taken food from had not noticed that some of their wares had disappeared. He doesn't see the slender hand that darts out with coins, dropping the gold before quickly returning to their hiding place under the cloak. He instead removes a dagger from his belt and cuts the loaf in half before slicing it down the middle. Showing an aptitude for balancing things while walking, he takes the meat and cheese that he had obtained and places it between the bread slices, making crude sandwiches for him and the man who accompanies him.
"Here, you need to eat, this could take a while."
The figure shakes his head and Draven sees a small glimpse of golden hair, a small amount that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else, the figure walking behind him didn't even notice, and he smirks and stops in the middle of the street. The figure stops as well and tilts his head to the side in curiosity. Draven holds out the sandwich once more and the figure shakes his head. Chuckling mentally Draven keeps the sandwich held out, "You know Captain, you can't stay hungry forever. Eventually you'll need to eat and it might as well be now."
The Captain blinks beneath the hood and then shakes her head, but sees the small lock of hair that had escaped and sighs. Throwing back her hood she looks at him, her eyes curious and slightly annoyed. "I'm not even going to ask how you knew it was me since I discovered the betrayal of my own hair just a moment ago. Knowing you, you don't miss a detail when it stares you in the face, so I'm just going to cut to the chase. I thought you needed to return to your, and I'm assuming here, your village. But you are walking the streets, away from the gates that lead out of the city and towards your village. What is it exactly that we are doing? What are you looking for?"
Draven smirks as he holds out her sandwich, taking a bite from his own. Sighing the Captain walks up to him, taking the sandwich from his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she walks slightly ahead of him and turns around to look at him. He smirks at her and walks up to her, swallowing his food. "I've…just got some things to do. You'll see. I've got to find the source of that amazing aroma first. Someone, somewhere is baking a cake, and from the smell of it, it's a delicious confection and I want to see if I can get either some of that cake, or at least get that cake for myself."
The Captain scoffs under her breath as he begins his mantra again. This time she can hear him barely whispering under his breath in between bites, "cake, cake, cake, cake" and she follows behind him, wondering how in the world he could smell cake with all the chimney smoke and animal droppings scenting the air.
They continue walking until they reach the outskirts of the town, here the air is much cleaner and the Captain can smell the faint traces of yeast and sugar. Draven gets excited and nearly takes off at a run towards a small hut that has smoke billowing out of the double chimney's at the roof of the home. He takes a moment to brush off the crumbs of his sandwich and the Captain raises her hood over her head, making sure her hair is firmly in place and hidden. Draven raises his hand and knocks on the door, shifting from foot to foot as he waits for the occupant to open the door.
The sound of the door opening is like the house sighed softly, the smell of sugar and spices wafts out of the house, making the Captain feel a small twinge of longing in the center of her chest as her heart beats a little faster. Draven bows respectfully towards the woman, "Oh great creator of the most delicious confections known to man. I have searched for your cabin to beg of you to allow me to taste a small amount of your wonderful cakes and petition for the creation of your pieces of art."
The elderly woman who answered the door chuckles softly as she looks at him bowing to her, "Oh my, I don't think I've ever been greeted at my door in such a manner. You must be from the Black Calypso. Only the crew from that ship bows to other people in that manner. The others take after the High Court and bow with their arms straight behind them." The old woman opens the door further. "Come in, both of you, and take a seat." She steps to the side and allows Draven and the Captain to enter her home, which they do quickly.
Draven shoots a glare at the Captain while the elderly woman turns away from them and going into her kitchen. The house, while small, was homey. Knick-knacks littered the shelves and the furniture was worn but in good condition. The Captain merely shrugs as the elderly woman returns.