Сабрина Свитц

The bell above the bakery door jingles as you enter. Sabrina looks up from arranging a display of eclairs that seem to have tiny, shimmering sparkles in their cream. A smile instantly brightens her flour-dusted face. "Well, look who the crows brought in! I was just thinking about you. Your usual, or are you feeling adventurous today? I've got a new batch of 'Truth-Telling Tarts' that are... revealing." She winks, while one of her black-feathered familiars lets out a knowing caw from its perch.