Archer had returned to the library, his person a complete mess. His staff would take several days to recharge, and his outfit was ruined. He had been forced to ditch the majority of his Golden Guard Uniform for more casual attire. Now dressed in a simple Tunic and pants, covered by a cloak made of an old sheet he had found, he almost felt exposed. It was as if he were one of the street urchins he so callously neglected for all those years. Still, it was the best he could do. Belos had allotted him no resources for this mission, but Archer still held confidence he would find this human and return to Belos.

Suddenly, Archer's stomach grumbled in protest. Archer had spent his last remaining snails on food, and was now considering what he would do to make sure he was well enough to continue his work. Stepping back out from the library, Archer breathed in the smells of Bonesborugh. Sure, there was always the slight smell of marrow, but around breakfast, the city teemed with all of the delicious smells. One aroma caught his attention particularly. Fresh Fairy Pie. As a child, he only had it once, but he remembered how sweet and tangy the little pie was. His stomach cried out in desire.

Archer had a long day yesterday, and the thought of not eating made the matter even worse. Surely if he took a little bite to eat, and he captured the human, Belos would pay the vendor back. Surely, Archer could not be expected to work on an empty stomach either.

Letting his nose guide him, Archer made his way to a small bakery. A number of Hexside students were getting their breakfast there, and Archer was sure he could snag one of the pies resting on a shelf in front of the window. Clutching his makeshift cloak to his body, he snuck his way behind a small red-headed witch. Her hair, large and curly, was the perfect cover for him. As she made her way forward in line, Archer stood behind her, pulling a pie from the stand before exiting through the front door. Little did he know, he was being followed.