Bab 81: Monke and other Dungeon Masters

Forgetting my Dungeon for the moment – since there is probably a reason for separating the Dungeon Masters from their dungeons currently – I made a beeline straight for the food table.

Grabbing a plate, a spoon, and a fork, I instantly filled my plate with a bunch of food that was enough to curb my appetite. Spotting a vacant spot without anyone sitting beside it, I took a spot as the first Dungeon Master to seat on this table. Looking behind me, I saw various other Dungeon Masters scrambling for food, their stomachs now probably guiding their bodies instead of their brains.

Like I'm one to talk, seeing that I'm already devouring the food as the delicacy it is. Like, seriously, the food here could give Gorram Donsay a run for his money back on Earth.

"There a free spot here, Mr…?" A voice piped up from behind me. Looking behind, I saw a slim, petite woman that looked like a cross between a snake and a human carrying a bunch of food piled up on a single plate.