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Walking into this room, the temperature rises a bit and the scent of food
is thick in the air.  This room is larger than the others you have seen down
here, with reason.  You see salted meats and fish on chopping blocks getting
ready for cutting for the next meal.  Along one side of the wall, all sorts
of kitchen utensils hang, while under a long table, along the same wall,
pots and pans litter the space.  By the looks of it, none of these items
have seen a good scrubbing in a while.  Perhaps your own rat ions of food
will hold you over for a few hours until you can get to your destination.  
'Buy something and leave, ye dog!' Trophslop exclaims. 'I gots work to do!'
A fat, swarthy man is here, stirring a large pot and coughing.