“Right,” Hades said, standing suddenly. Elidibus would be so pissed if he got himself eaten, especially after they had comparatively recent success. Hades walked over into the next room, snapping a feast into existence. Unthinkingly, it was a lot like the last thing he’d even eaten. It was a spread one could find daily in a noble house of Garlemald. It was good food, at least. Hearty, meaty, and plentiful. There were few fresh green vegetables, but he doubted that a dragon would care.

Hythlodaeus sat himself at the table. “Are you sure a dragon can even eat any of this?”

“Oh, right... would you prefer a bear, or something?”