Public Menace spotted!

[*Annoying Git]

A rash of terrible, terrible crime sweeps the markets of the Great Ring of Sigil like a plague, a plague of horrible gluttony and subsequent sick stomachs. Grumubb, the so-called ogre baker, has unleashed upon the unsuspecting city a wave of sickly sweet goods like no other. Cookies, pies, turnovers, palmiers, strudels, cakes, profiteroles, and other baked goods, seemingly without end are brought by this innocent-looking Ogre and his suspect basket. Cookies of all kinds come from this basket, more flavors and designs than the mind can imagine. Cookies that are made from cookies. Cookies made with insects, meat and other unsuspecting ingredients. Even cookies that can clear the most stubborn case of indigestion! Little do they know, his soon to be victims will be crushed by a mountain of offerings, and then left to fend for themselves. No doubt the Harmonium and other agencies of law are flooded with reports and pleas for help and protection from this public menace. Merchants are constantly complaining of their stores being littered by his gifted goods, their merchandise lost forever under that doughy goodness... yet, still, he roams and finds more and more victims.

[*Light]

The dwarf Rorin sharpens his axes and looks for that a chance when the hardheads and indeps aren't so thick about the bazaar. Which is like never. So the dwarf grumpily sets to getting drunk at the tavern instead.