[Cal'ziz, Bakery]
You are almost overwhelmed by delicious odors as you enter the bakery. The soft swooshing sound of huge overhead fans greets your ears. A flour coated Halfling in an apron stands behind the counter her face lit with a beatific smile. Racks containing a diverse array of breads line the wall to your right while trays of other tempting baked goods sit upon the counter. A menu is prominently displayed on the wall above the racks.
Other life here: none.
Obvious exits: north and out.
You look up at the menu and read: