As the heroes pushed their way through the Fiend’s Fortress, they stumbled across a secret door and found themselves in a dinning room laid out for afternoon tea. A fresh pot steamed on the table, and a cart piled high with pastries waited nearby.
“This must be the break room,” the thief said and poured himself a cup.
“Let’s just make sure it isn’t poisoned,” the alchemist said, and sprinkled one of her powders onto the surface.
The cup rattled, then exploded in a geyser of purple smoke.
“Well?” The Warrior asked, his arms full of sandwiches. “Is it safe?”

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