After a few more minutes of talking with Mary, we finally arrived at the dining hall. As soon as the door opened, I was greeted by a peculiar sight and a bittersweet aroma that invaded my nostrils.
The hall was large, with long tables arranged in parallel rows. A few acolytes were scattered in small groups, speaking in hushed tones or eating in silence. The area was illuminated by magical globes floating above the tables, emitting a soft, pulsating light, just like in all the other places I had visited.
At the center of the dining hall was what would catch anyone's attention: a green-skinned creature, muscular, with arms resembling tree trunks. It was clearly an ogre, but it wore a white apron already stained with various colors and a chef's hat that seemed far too small for its disproportionate head. In front of it was a massive cauldron, with vapors rising and filling the air with a strange, salty smell.
