Previously on D&D and D.

You see a serving platter, nothing ornate, very, very utilitarian, with some cut-up bread on it and a dish full of a dark, viscous oil of some kind.

I stick the tip of my tongue in the oil.

Your left arm is totally numb.

Wow.

Holy shit.

That must be some concentrated.

It gave me a stroke.

Jesus.

It's totally worthless.

But also in this room, at the opposite corner from where you entered through the

servants' quarters, with its back face to you is a humanoid form of some kind in like servant-ish clothes,

but they don't fit great and it's just kind of standing there.

Just standing in the corner?

It's a male form, I guess.

Back to us.

Back to you.

No.

Ew.

Hey.

Does Morgan have other ancestors named Morgan?

Uh, at the name it turns around.

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