To be honest, we had eaten before clashing with our sub-party, but everything that went down definitely worked up an appetite. The members of the Keep Progressing Party agreed to join us too, so what are we waiting for? I had a perfect opportunity to spend the Goodness Points burning a hole in my pocket like war loot.
"Our Esteemed Guests, welcome!"
You could say we've gotten used to being greeted at the door. I was practically champing at the bit to step inside the place adorned with marble columns, wafting with the delicious scent of food.
"Where do you think you're going? Get out of my sight right this instant!"
While we and our sub-party were walking through the doors, a familiar voice caught my ear. The exact same guy who was practically bending over backward to greet me a second ago was now snapping at the members of the Keep Progressing Party—the very people I invited to dinner—like a shopkeeper shooing away a beggar.
"What's going on? Is there a problem?"
