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[The former owner of the cinnamon roll was asleep on a nearby bench. Perhaps it was Sheliak's fault for leaving his cinnamon roll unattended while he slept. Raised as a noble, the thought of someone stealing his food never occurred to him. The small, shadowy griffin on his shoulder kept watch while his master slept. Unfortunately it didn't have a physical body and all it could do was silently hiss at the thief.

Sheliak's closed eyes twitched as the commotion dragged him away from his peaceful nap. His steady breathing turned into a quiet sigh but instead of opening his eyes, Sheliak turned the matter over to his omen who turned to Ronan, his glowing eyes narrowed in disapproval.]