In the Winterfell Dungeon Core Main Hall.
Gray Mana seeped out from the Dungeon Core Main Hall, and a few of the guards who were standing guard were depressed.
A Gnome who dragged two buckets of unknown contents came over. His eyes were radiant.
"Mealtime! Mealtime!" the Gnome shouted as he dragged the buckets in front of the guards.
"Gosh, why did you come so late? We're famished!"
"The next shift is late. Why isn't the next shift here yet?"
The guards complained as they gathered and started eating.
As the gray Mana grew, nobody took notice.
"What's happening?" An Orc looked in a daze at the Dungeon Core Main Hall and asked, "Is someone setting a fire inside?"
"I don't know."
The other guards were curious. They walked to the Dungeon Core Main Hall and opened the main door.
