[ Taking Adar's measure, he turns and the only sound is the soft sussurration of his robes. In the roofless, endless dark of the hallway, both of them lost in giant pillars that reach up in mockery of ancient trees, he barely has to raise his voice for it to carry. ]
Come.
[ He leads the way to a smaller hall, cosy by Angband's standards where a dining table has been set. Skulls sliced cleanly open above eyes, brains made into soup and pate, limbs roasted with honey and herbs, fruit pies with eyes melted atop, goblets of bloodwine fragranced with rose petals. A banquet of death.
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Come.
[ He leads the way to a smaller hall, cosy by Angband's standards where a dining table has been set. Skulls sliced cleanly open above eyes, brains made into soup and pate, limbs roasted with honey and herbs, fruit pies with eyes melted atop, goblets of bloodwine fragranced with rose petals. A banquet of death.
He walks in, gesturing to a seat. ]
Eat.