Kiss My Knits!

Talking with Nhia while she makes sure everything’s ready for a shindig tonight in Dragonrealms.

[Carillon, Picnic]
A sumptuous banquet is laid out upon a low marble-inlaid table and matching sideboard. Drinks are set out on a rosewood bar. Overhead, a sheer gauze canopy suspended from tall bamboo stakes provides shelter for the crowd, and underfoot piles of rainbow-hued silk pillows scattered on a woven coir rug give guests a soft place to sit. Exotic music wafts from the north, an invitation to those listening to go dance, yet soft enough to avoid distracting those interested in food and conversation. You also see a glass tray with some stuff on it, an enormous painted dais with some stuff on it, a wide wood basin, an unobtrusive sign, and a mahogany buffet table draped in chocolate-hued silk with some stuff on it.
Also here: GameMaster Nhia.
Obvious paths: north, southwest.
>look on table
On the marble-inlaid table you see a bowl of gargoyle guts boiled to perfection, a cast iron cauldron simmering with flavorful gocen tuilis chowder, some sauteed oysters in creamy garlic sauce, a platter of steaming baked crab claws in a fragrant cilantro butter, a tray filled with tiny red crayfish with a savory garlic stuffing, some steamed seaweed-wrapped salmon, a bread bowl filled with a stew of seagrass and shellfish, some buttery carrots and peas, a heaping stack of deep fried spiny sea-urchins dusted with powdered sugar, a large wooden vat of marinated peccary snouts, a tray of plump lobster tails sprinkled with herbs and filled with mushroom-garlic stuffing, a wooden bowl filled with seaweed sauteed with ginger and dragon peppers, a succulent plum-roasted peccary and a wooden bowl filled with steaming cobs of roasted wild corn.
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You ask, “gargoyle guts?”
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You help yourself to a bowl of gargoyle guts. Yum!
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You take a sip of the guts — coagulated and oily!
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You say, “That’s disgusting.”
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Nhia says, “It’s been sitting on that table for at least a year.”
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Nhia laughs!
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You take a sip of the guts.
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You exclaim, “I hate my guts!”
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You wave your gargoyle guts around.
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Nhia laughs!