It took what Jack assumed was thirty minutes to reach the luxurious yet comfortable lounge, at least thirty minutes according to Kartonia's clock.
"Take a seat. If you're hungry, just ask for something," Duorda stated, falling back cozily on a recliner.
"What do you--"
Before Jack could ask what Duorda meant, a small puff of smoke appeared beside the hero. From that puff of smoke emerged an ethereal being wearing attire only fit for a tiny butler. "How may I help you, sir?"
"Ummm…" Struck dumb, Jack needed a moment to process the situation further.
"He'll have the chef's special," Duorda answered in Jack's place, guessing the hero hadn't eaten a proper meal since entering Earthen Keep. "I'll have a large cosmix."
"It will be right out." The small, illusory butler bowed gracefully and puffed away as quickly as he had appeared.
Still taking things in, Jack sat down and asked, "What was that?"