The party comes downstairs the following morning from the inn and the smell of breakfast assaults their noses. Steak and eggs greet each party member. A gigantic steak an inch or two thick and half as wide as a man. Several fried eggs sit atop the monsterous steak. Vutha looks tired after his scavenging detail, but smiles (as best he can) as he makes a sweeping gesture of his arm towards the table. “Breakfast is served…”