They turned down the corner at the end of the hall, and came into another large room. At first they saw what looked like a normal kitchen. Then they saw the walls. Stormtemplar wretched, barely holding back vomit.
The master gestured towards the wall. "Here is my meat allotment!" it proclaimed proudly. On one of the walls were many things. People things. People, spread-eagled, and on the wall. Vines and bands of rope bound them tightly to the wall, and some of them seemed to be attached by their back skin being welded to the bricks. There were dwarves, humans, and goblins there, and they were on various places all up the wall. Some were even on the ceiling.
Elven attendants scurried about each of them. Some of them seemed to have various limbs stripped to the bone. These had puke-green liquid poured on them with watering cans, and the tissue seemed to be quickly growing back over the bones. Others were having strips of their flesh cut off with knives. All of them had a blissful, oblivious expression on their faces. All seemed fully conscious.
A dwarf looked at HugoLuman. "This be a fine mountain-hall, eh?" he said, vibrantly. "Come, share some of me grog!" He waved his hand, bound at the wrist, obviously believing it to be free and holding a large pint.
The master looked at the visitors. "These are lost souls who wandered through, but decided to stay. I led them to enlightenment. As you can see, they have achieved union between pain and pleasure, and are at ultimate peace. Before they came here, they were on pointless paths to find monsters or other such nonsense, sent out by kings to die for their amusement. I let them know of the futility of this 'adventuring,' and now they are truly happy. Their rich flesh also sustains my children! We know many great recipes for fine eating. Of course, we never eat kobolds. They are too sacred."
Corai gaped at the ceiling. The other two kobolds had passed out from fright. On the ceiling were goblins, bound with vines, and with chunks of flesh missing. And they were alive.