You say, 'Hail, Maitreya the Maitre D`'
Maitreya the Maitre D` quaffs a flagon of ale, 'We're ruined. RUINED! I had the most delicious meal planned for our guests. They paid a pretty penny for a premium dining experience and now they'll go hungry. After this... the reputation of our exclusive island getaway, and more importantly MY reputation, will be in shambles. What did [those damnable druids] have against us, anyway?'
You say, 'Who are the druids and what did they do?'
Maitreya the Maitre D` sighs, 'The fish and fowl loving druids. You know, the ones that only eat dirt and berries. And let's be frank here. I don't care what they eat. But they care... OH THEY CARE... what we cook and serve. And so they showed up in the middle of the night and set free all the [plump aviaks and sea creatures] that were slated for dinner.'
You say, 'Where are the plump creatures?'
Maitreya the Maitre D` says, 'Beats me. Somewhere in the Timorous Deep. Probably blending in with their brethren, except for being so plump. They were bred and fed for their deliciousness. If you want to [hunt them down], be my guest.'
You say, 'I will hunt them down!'
You have been assigned the task 'Fancy Feast'.
Maitreya the Maitre D` says, 'Great! I'll be here drinking until the problem solves itself or I die, whichever happens first. I can [whisk] you away to the site of the island, if you wish.'
You say, 'Whisk away!'
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