From under the tables a single drop of water ran down one of the legs. Then a second one, a third one, a slight trickle. The table seemed to be leaking more and more water. The trickle turned into a stream, and soon the whole underside of the table was gushing out watery waves. From under the table tumbled out Primrose Envoy Faziir, soaking wet. The stream slowly subsided, and one could hear wind and seagulls from under the table.
Faziir stood up, suddenly miraculously dry. His attire was still extravagant and colorful, but had certain elements of seafaring. He was wearing an overly decorated pirate hat. He opened his mouth, and a gush of seawater came out... and continued to come out, until the liquid turned pink and a series of small bones was vomited out with it. An ominous howling came from under the table, which only stopped when Faziir kicked the table and toppled it to the side.
"I excuse myself for my hectic entry, but navigating here is not an easy endeavor. You have the opportunity of hanging a mirror on the wall for easy access." He pulled out a large fancy Etagere with a variety of colorful and sweet pastries and placed on a table in the room's center. He then took a star-shaped cookie, gold with white glittery sugar coating. "Serve yourselves!" He started nibbling the cookie. "Mmh, innocent delusions."
