Wherever the captives all are now, they are bound tightly, and exposed. A cold wind blows, smelling of rain, as if they are out in the open. By now, the poison is wearing off...

Their vision will be dim for a few minutes, until it wears off entirely, and their mouths will be very dry.

After a quick change of clothes, Gaston stomped off into the woods with his bow and quiver, to start the hunt for the Tofu Beast. Perhaps killing something would help quell the white-hot rage burning in his chest from the humiliation the pathetic little man had put him through.

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His Magnificent Manliness was preparing for the hunt out by the lake, making sure his bow was taut and erect and his arrows were long and pointy.

The Tofu Beast's (square) head would shortly be mounted on the wall of the bar.