Author's note: I have no idea where this came from, but I had way too much fun with this. Now that I think about it though, I don't think I've ever had to pay for one single sweet roll in this entire game. I usually just find them on my own. I guess Faendal is too noob to know better.
Why is Gabrielle so murderous? You don't want to know...
Please excuse the ridiculous little peek into Gabrielle's insanity and I hope you enjoy.
Prompt: Cake or death
"Motherclucker, one of those sweet rolls had better find a way into my hand in the next five seconds or I am going to find a new sheath for this sword."
Faendal stopped dead in his tracks, sweet rolls in one hand and coins in the other. He looked behind him to see Gabrielle, frazzled and with the stench of death about her. She still had her greatsword unsheathed and the market woman he had been talking very politely with a moment ago was beginning to eyeball one of the nearby guards. He quickly gave the old woman his coins before crossing the distance to Gabrielle and tried to convince her to put the weapon away. She actually growled at him, teeth and all.
"The sweet roll or your life," she snarled and held her greatsword next to his head. Her eyes were beginning to twitch and Faendal realized something truly horrible. She wasn't kidding.
"…okay," he finally managed to say, and almost threw one of the rolls into her face. After a horrendous glare that she must've learned from a giant, Gabrielle sheathed her sword and ate the sweet roll like a starving wolf. When she finished, she took the rest of the sweet rolls from his bag, along with the rest of his gold, and skipped away.