"Spiked punch, eh Trippo?" The Phantom said, not looking at the Hippo, but rather at the suddenly giggling dwarf across the table. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you master dwarf?"
The Phantom had somehow finished his entire plate, and rose from his seat to get seconds. As he approached the table of specialties, he noticed a large crowd had gathered around one end of the table. He stood up on a chair to get look at what was going on, and there, to his delight, was a platter of shadowy, fiery Balrog wings!
Unfortunately, there was no way to reach them. A large, hostile crowd had gathered around, and were hotly debating whether or not the wings were real, and if they were, whether or not they could be used to fly. The Phantom sighed and called for a waiter.
"Waiter", he said, "I want you to bring my table the most unique dish you have in your kitchens."
The waiter ran off to comply and The Phantom returned to his chair with a glass of spiked punch. He watched Arafangwen arrive with Legolas, but was slightly disappointed when Legolas left. "I've been meaning to talk to him about doing some interior decorating work for me. Oh well, I'll just have to call him", he thought.
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