With Geramon rushing right behind him, Morn pops open the southern door.
A rumbling voice says, "Ah, dinner time!" The speaker is a large, furry man with a bull's head.
This kitchen-like room has a small cauldron next to a counter in the southwest corner. On the counter is Ron, Geramon's companion, who looks to be unconcious.
"Quickly, quickly, take a seat in the next room! Dinner will be delivered to you in a minute. Just gotta chop this little fellow up here." With his cleaver to his side, he opens a cabinet in the wall with an assortment of drinks and ingredients. "What would you all like for drinks? Ale? Good, cause that's all you're getting. Everything else is getting costly around here, and since we got an over-abundance of ale, we shall all drink this tonight." The monstrous humanoid holds up a big jug of ale into the air with his large hands.
"Ok, go go go now. Dmitri, the greatest minotaur cook in the world, will have a tastey, new meal ready in a minute."
As the others meet the so called 'Dmitri', Sydney checks the next hallway's doors for any sign of life on the other side. The southern door he thinks he hears a quiet moaning, yet it disappears to blur the sound into wonder. Nothing is heard on the other side of the northern door.
The wolf jumps infront of Tanarel and growls in the direction of the minotaur's deep voice.