The next trap was even more fiendish than the last, for it tempted all but Marceline. She was so focused on saving her that a trap of temptation was useless to ensnare her, unless the bait was Kit.
The bait in this case was not Kit. Or at least they hoped it wasn’t Kit. For this trap - if that is what it was - was a gigantic banquet table laden with heaping helpings of food fit for a king! Cooked birds and boars, fruits from all over the world, wines and cordials, even candy. Anything one could ever want to eat was on this table.
And it was quite obviously a trap because of it.
Though given just how tempting the food was, especially after a stressful situation or dungeoneering for so long, who could blame one for falling for it?
Nicolai had fallen behind the faster pace of the less heavily burdened members of his party.
“Stay back,” he cautioned, panting as he jogged into the room.