An Inedible Dinner
Three people sitting on chairs in a rather well-appointed receiving hall glanced at each other silently, as they had done every so often since the half-hour they'd been marched into the house and forcibly settled in their seats.
None of them spoke.
On opposite sides of the hall, near both exits, two of the men who had captured them were lounging against the walls, standing guard.
Defi pondered the merit of tossing Turq at the windows and letting him transform to break them.
He shook his head at the fanciful idea.
For one, the two with him would not move fast enough. Two, he could hear water outside.
How curious. Possibly an artificial pond? Or another created water channel like the one the foodhall Watersiders was built on.