Ash had slipped through the banquet hall on the heels of Grif and Caleb’s group. He knew better than to eat the food, but he’d pilfered knives, spoons, and shrimp forks before leaving - it’s always good to have more sharp, pointy objects available in case of attack, by something native or by someone who’d been dragged here like him. Either way, he
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