The duergar waited at the low table, irritated at the delay,
stomachs rumbling. A rhythmic clomping made them turn expectantly towards the
wide kitchen door. The two youngest members of the family trundled out, an
enormous iron skillet held between them. They staggered over to the table and
slipped the skillet into the depression in the center of the table. Almost
before it was in place, the other duergar had begun spearing the steaming
mixture of fungus and meat. No one spoke until the vessel was over half empty.
As each family member became full, they sat back and sighed.
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