Pantheon's true awakening

You are privileged to die at my FEET. (final spear thrust into the remaining barbarian) Alright, the latest wave of invaders are dead. What's next on my schedule? (pulls out his one page to-do list) Kill until I get slain. After that, I get chased down by Thanatos, then wait for stars to realign for my constellation... Damn it. This is getting too monotonous. Is there anything else that I can do to break this cyclical boredom?! (Pantheon takes one moment to breathe. He notices a foreign smell wafting through the air.) That smell... could it be? (Pantheon gathers his strength in his legs. He performs the mightiest leap in Targonian mythology, the Man Drop. He did not know where he was going, but his nose guided him to the source of the scent)

(At the Sinful Succulence food cart in Zaun) Are you buying anything or are you going to keep gawking, mortal? Random Zaunite: Luv, how much for a bun in yer 'ven? Your life. (immediately dark binds her crude customer) Gods, I miss my old bakery shop. Fucking Ka- (MAN DROP! The perma-snared lech and Morgana's food cart are destroyed, but Morgana is unharmed due to her instinctively shielding herself with magic) ...What the hell is that? (Stands up dramatically in the crater) Weird. I swore I could smell the Starchild's cooking here. (throws a dark binding at Pan and it lands perfectly) I demand full reparations for my food cart! You utterly, moronic beef (notices Pantheon's manly physique) ...cake. Hello Miss Food Cart. You smell delicious. (Flexes a muscular arm out of the binding's aura and flicks a bit of icing off Morgana's face and licks it.) Wow, this is divine! I never knew you puny bakers had so much fun! Now that I think about it, this could be my new hobby. My name is Morgana Hex. Who the hell are you? I am Pantheon, and I want to be a baker.