Dick sat in the spacious banquet hall, bored out of his mind. Before him lay a lavish spread of steaming food, whose variety and exquisite flavors were unlike anything he had ever enjoyed during his time spent on battlefields.
But he had no appetite at all, even though he was very hungry.
In fact, he was not the only one. Med'an, sitting beside him, looked even worse. The boy seemed frightened, his head lowered as he muttered something to himself.
The Paladin helplessly turned toward the noise on his left. A headless fellow sat in a chair, cheerfully discussing something with another fellow whose eyes were almost popping out. Most unbearable of all, these two fellows, who had clearly been dead for a long time, were still waving their knives and forks.
Especially the oddball holding his own head under his arm. He used his knife and fork to feed delicacies into his severed head's mouth, even smacking his lips in enjoyment.
It was not just those two, either. The entire banquet hall was packed with all manner of monsters and ghouls: banshees, rare flaming skeletons, and guards turned to stone. Without the fairly pleasant tunes played by the ghostly musicians, this place would absolutely have been a carnival of horrors!
Dick looked around. He saw the opera house's actors sitting at a table farther down, talking loudly. Romeo and Juliet gazed deeply into each other's eyes, seeing no one but each other. Little Red Riding Hood sat on Grandmother Wolf's lap, clutching a large piece of beef in both hands as she ate. Even Lion and Tin Man sat beside the Wicked Witch, fawning over her with ingratiating expressions.
The only one who looked somewhat normal was Dorothy. With her little dog Toto in tow, she accepted a basket