The Concession Stand                                   -      -      - 
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The smells of cooked corn with butter and steamy wieners waft throughout
the room.  The floor is sticky with spilt ale and snacks.  An extremely long
line, that proves to be equally slow moving, extends up to the concession
booth.  Ogres rage loudly to themselves about how long they have waited,
while gnomes and elves expel annoyed sighs.  An unified grumble can be heard
as someone cuts in front of the line but no one exactly knows what to do
about it.  Oblivious to the disorder that may ensue, the acne ridden
concession imp relies on the crowd to use common sense and courteousness to
maintain order amongst them.