“Too late,” Dylan said, simply pointing towards the table where their lithe rogue friend had already sunk his teeth into a delicious smelling slice of the cooked boar.
The juices dribbled down Ryan's chin as he moaned with pleasure at just how delectable the meat tasted. It was like ambrosia from heaven - no other meat he had ever had could even be compared to this single slice. Ryan had seen what had happened to their dark sorceress. But even so, he couldn’t resist the temptation!
His teeth grew sharper ... all the better to rip and tear the meat apart ... to chew it ... to taste it!
With each bite it grew better and better. Once Ryan had chewed it away he decided to eschew all common decency, climbing onto the table and biting into the roast without any aids.
Truly a barbaric sight, Nicolai wanted to look away. But he found himself staring on in horror at his friend, changing in both looks and table manners before his eyes.