A feast fit for a Mid-Boss.

[middest_boss]

Who: Anyone and everyone! Feel free to interact with each other, too.
What: Click.
When: Evening of April 7th.
Where: Inside Overlord Baal's castle; dining room.

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[realfakehero]

Cain checked his reflection on a giant sword that protruded through one of the hallway's walls. His dress uniform was only a slightly cleaner and finer made version of his day uniform. That still meant that he was dressed to impress, although the lack of any escort tonight was something of a disappointment. Given the lack of acceptable female company in this netherworld, that was an acceptable loss. He paused for a moment to contemplate his last evening with Inquisitor Vail... and then stepped into the banquet hall.

Overall the setup looked pretty good. The food looked edible and recently prepared, a step up from the usual guard Corpse Starch rations, on par with the things you might find in the company of a Lord General. having availed himself of Lord General Zyvan's kitchen more than once, Cain felt eminently qualified to make that judgment. The furniture was equal in quality if not gaudy decoration to any of the nobles palaces he had seen in his time. The only thing that marred it was the fool standing on the table... who was on second glance, the host of the whole affair.

Suddenly his palms were tingling, a sensation that only happened in the presence of acute personal danger. Standing too close to that one might be hazardous to his health.