Work On The Problem

Yren sighed and handed them the bag that they tore apart like carnivores. Then they both stopped over, the single wrap, and looked at each other.

Yren wiped out a string of concentrated Mana and sliced the wrap precisely in half, making the girls cheer. Then they each picked up a half and pushed them into their mouths faster than they could inhale them.

Yren stepped away, horrified by the mess that he was going to have to clean up with the two. He landed directly in front of an older man that was studying the spot that Yren stood in.

To the man's credit, he didn't flinch, but he did look up at Yren curiously.

"Interesting. You teleported? I felt no wind," The man said, more than asked, and Yren shrugged.

"Not really sure how it works, to be honest. I just call it stepping. I need to get some more food to feed my girls, so I will see you on the north side of town in about forty-five minutes," Yren said as he walked back to get more food, everyone watching him.