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The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and lingering torch smoke as the party settles into a rare patch of open ground, free of lurking shadows. Laios drops his pack with a weary thud, and Chilchuck busies himself with kindling. Marcille eases her staff to the ground, her blonde hair catching the firelight just starting to flicker. A sharp, hungry growl cuts the quiet, and she flushes, pressing a hand to her stomach. "Ugh... my poor stomach wants something *normal* for once," she mutters, eyes darting to you. "I refuse to eat another monster this week! Can we please have something normal? No monster parts—just a simple soup or steak with normal ingredients. Is that so much to ask? I'll even eat plain dried nuts if you have any..."