Right.

Dago thought he heard something from the right, something that sounded like voices, so he figured he’d start there. He didn’t really want to die from starvation or something down here, so it was best to head toward the most likely exit. The only downside, he realized, was that the exit likely led through the Pride Castle. His luck normally wasn’t with him, but he’d have to hope it took pity on him right now.

He walked down the tunnel until he saw some light. He squinted a bit, but knew he was heading the right direction. He finally entered what looked like a gourmet kitchen. There were several demons in long white chef’s coats rushing around with large pots of what smelled like very delicious food and a lot more demons with knives, busying themselves chopping and slicing.

It didn’t appear that he was immediately seen, everyone was too busy. There was still a chance to duck for cover. Dago spotted a spare coat on the rack, but wasn’t sure if hiding in plain sight was entirely wise.