The breakfast went on... and on... and on... What's the baron saying? It's rather distorted, like trying to listen underwater. Speaking of the baron, he's so round. A giant hamster sat at the head of the table, munching on a piece of oversized lettuce. Then suddenly the wall broke down in a shower of rubble, where a massive lindwurm entered with a deafening roar. The oversized lizard kept roaring for a while, spittle flying all over the place like rain. Yvonne covered her face to shield it from the worst splatter, peeking once it's over to see captain and the others surrounding the beast with long pikes. It's cornered, good. The mercenary hefted her own pike, aiming for the face as she-

-fell right through the earth, into the deepest pit of the void, jolting awake just as she unceremoniously tumbled on to the cold floor.

She caught the tail end of the fox's instruction. Blinking the confusion away, her body moved before her mind fully caught up as she briskly moved and plastered her back against the wall. A glance around. Table full of sleeping people, including the baron. The table itself was a mess, as if someone had tried their best to flip the entire thing. A fast-approaching stomping from the stairs. The exit closed shut. Huh, they've been had. And if none of them started dropping from poison, the food must've been a distraction.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Polearms are great, Sparky! Stab the foes while remaining safely far-ish away, what's not to like?"[/color][/b]