Sneaking down the hallway, Durgan soon found what he was looking for. This was the kitchen, and this time of the night, there was no one around. Starved, Durgan helped himself to everything his dreams desired.
"You are going to gorge yourself like a pig.", his avatar remarked, watching the whole scene of Durgan haphazardly filling the table with a disapproving look. "If the guards find you later, your only chance would be to try to roll over them."
...but Durgan ignored the ghost. There was chocolate, followed by potatoes with what Durgan guessed was ham, and then eggs, more chocolate, milk, imported African tea, before he finished his feast with a cup of chicken noodle soup.
He knew all too well what his stern goddess did to those who dared to eat more than they deserved, but he figured that if he hadn't deserved to eat by now, he could easily make up for it later.
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