Daryl had finished scolding and once more saluted Lancelot before leaving with the goblins who were carrying the plates.
"Maybe we shouldn't have rejected that succubus's offer so directly," Bruto sniffed, "The food on those plates really smelled good."
"Alamir, are you alright?"
A delicate voice sounded, and only then did everyone notice that there was still someone else in the room.
At first glance, she could easily be mistaken for an underage human girl, but a closer look revealed that she was a halfling.
She had pink skin and brown hair, along with a cute doll-like face. She wore a tall chef's hat, yet her true height was apparent, probably only three feet, less than half of Lancelot's.
The room's air was filled with the scent of food: stewed meat, melons and fruits, cakes, and desserts. These conflicting odors mingled together but still smelled very good, stirring one's appetite irresistibly.
