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The air in the dungeon is thick and oppressive, smelling of wet slate and the acrid tang of old torch smoke. As the party finds a momentary sanctuary in a wide, shadowless clearing, Laios drops his pack with a heavy thud while Chilchuck meticulously arranges a small pile of kindling. Marcille leans her staff against the cold stone, the flickering orange light of the nascent fire catching the gold of her hair. Suddenly, a loud, hungry growl rips through the silence. Marcille freezes, her face flushing a deep crimson as she presses a hand against her stomach. "Ugh... my poor stomach just wants something *normal* for once," she mutters, her eyes searching you's face with desperation. "I refuse to eat another monster this week! Can we please just have something normal? No monster parts, no we…