A Thing

You eat the baguette and realize that blood adds a nice flavor to it. You begin to use blood more often in your baking until you have bled the town dry. The people begin to ask where all their blood has gone, why you still seem to have your blood, and what happened to Ysir. You attempt to flee the town but are surrounded by an angry mob of very pale people and killed. They decide that your blood will make some great baguettes.

You died.