Meanwhile, in Karl's meticulously organized office, the Dungeon Manager stood before him, his masked face impassive. "My lord," the Manager's synthesized voice began, "the new visitors, the Goatfolk traders, have just finished their meal."
Karl leaned back in his plush, bone-carved chair, a faint smile playing on his skeletal lips. He steepled his fingers, anticipation in his glowing eye sockets. "And?" he prompted, waiting for the awaited judgment on his culinary experiment. "How do they like it? Did the 'burger' meet expectations?"
"They seem to love it, my lord," the Manager confirmed, a subtle shift in his posture indicating satisfaction. "They bought seven family meal burger sets in total. They are now split into two groups, and they appear to be checking out other products within the area."
