Jazdia suddenly regretted giving that suggestion. 

Not only the valuable food was haphazardly tossed, but now there was a bear snorting... a mixture of nasal and food matter onto the floor. Regardless of the despicableness of its owner, a dining room was supposed to be a sanctuary free from any filth and misbehavior. And now it has been soiled so badly she almost felt sorry for the Baron. 

[color=#93FFFF]”Jaz, can you see how many people are coming?”[/color]  

[color=ec008c]"Two dozen or so. It's like a bloody convention up there." [/color]

As critical as their situation seemed to be, it took those henchmen a while to descend to the second floor. Enough for Kaito to cast a spell to make a copy of themselves.

The bear stood close by, now brandishing a polearm stolen from a nearby display, instead of, you know the old-fashioned maulings and biting. 

[color=ec008c]"That's very human of you. And piked weapon?"[/color] the elf groaned. [color=ec008c]"Why does everyone in this country so obsessed with polearms?!" [/color]