Medium Bunz with her plump ginger cheeks is deep in thought. Alexi has been standing next to her in Pikes' business district. The wide warehouse looks older than almost all the other buildings around it. The pitter-patter of NPC owned carriages pulled by horses, mules and some are pulled by a strange magical orb. Medium Bunz goes through her plans thinking of the possibilities of how it can all go wrong. She plays with her apron rolling it up and down. She pretends to be rolling her heart into an soft plump doe. After a long while of this, she finally looks ready. Pinning her hair up, fixing her apron.