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Chapter 7 by NeedAMedic NeedAMedic

What do they find in the room?

A Rotten Banquet

The room held a number of old, rotting chairs and a table, complete with several bowls filled with strange, alien fruits and plants. All around the table were dining sets, forks, knives, plates and glasses, all in a glistening, polished silver, which stood out in sharp contrast with the dust and rot of the wood beneath them. There were a few other dishes as well--in the very center of the table was some sort of steaming meat, though it was impossible to make out what sort of animal it had been. Above it all sat a chandelier, made of that same, spotless, impossibly glistening silver.

As they entered the room, Fuu could feel the paths behind them adjust and rearrange themselves, forming new convoluted shapes that would have made it impossible for most people to escape. With a few moment's concentration, however, she was able to call upon the Goddess, and by feeling out with her mind, could trace a path back to their entrance. It was a notable reassurance, though she realized there was no guarantee that the path back wouldn't close off entirely.

"Oooh! A dinner table!" Robin's voice broke Fuu out of her concentration, and she opened her eyes to see Robin stepping forward toward the table, that she was almsot certain was some sort of trap.

Before Robin could reach it, however, there was a heavy clang of metal against stone as Kiera's massive blade struck down, splitting the ground in front of her. The thunderous crash stopped Robin dead in her tracks and sent echoes throughout the room.

"Did your parents drop you, girl?" Kiera's face was twisted in a ferocious snarl as she drew the blade back out of the ground, prying it free from a small gash it had torn in the stone. "What in the Hells do you think is gonna happen if we all sit down to supper in a Gods damned dungeon?"

Robin stepped back, face flushing slightly. "I... er... well I didn't mean to eat it, or anything like that! I was just, um..."

With the duelist stepping back sheepishly, Kiera gave her one last from before turning to Fuu. "I thought you were supposed to be adventurers--just what kind of operation are you running here?"

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Can this dinner trap snare any potential victims?

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