[Suzerain of Sheol]

It had been hard to move through the city without getting distracted -- there were just so many things to see, and clairvoyance just wasn't the same as being up close and personal -- but Merlin is dedicated to her mission and remained focused, now arriving in the southeast outskirts where the seventh master has been dawdling. Thankfully it's been easy to find him, what with his unusually-high mana signature.

The great wizard's eyes light up as she spots the establishment in which he's chosen to take up position. The smell of baked delicacies as she slips inside is overwhelming. Cakes! Pastries! Glazed baguettes! All kinds of savory treats she doesn't know the names of. (Yes, she does.) Does not.

Remembering how these things are supposed to work, Merlin readies her credit card given to her by the Grail (one needs financial clout as Overseer, after all), and grabs a basket to fill. It doesn't take long.

Arriving at the counter, she discovers even more pastries awaiting her. "Oh my Gods... is that a sugared pineapple cake?!?! I'll take two of those, please! No, the whole cakes. Yes, thanks so much! Er, merci! Je t'adore!"

Something is bothering her, though, distracting from the euphoria of anticipation at digging into her haul, something... "Oh, right! Hi!" Such incredible luck to bump into him right here! "Hey! Yes, you, person. Name, name... Erik! Hello! Salutations! Hi! Hi."