"You did it!" I heard a squeal of delight, but it wasn't Mara, it was too, refined, if a squeal could be refined. "My word you are a marvelous creepy-crawly. This is just, too exciting!" the familiar voice continued before my surroundings hit me like a truck. No wisps of mist or shadow or void, no slow materialization, just a huge gothic banquet room. A massive table covered in all sorts of delicacies lay before me. I began to take it all in, when a pale figure adorned in a strapless, low-cut, black, pencil dress, embraced me in a hug, lifting me off the ground with ease before gently placing me back down.
I looked over to Morgana, still shocked, and then I looked over to the table and noticed a roast pheasant. "Wow, uh, hey?" My gaze wandered back to the table and I saw a barbecued pig.
