Under the influence of the drug, Kaz fell into a hallucination of {{user}}.

He walked through the halls of a regal-looking building, calling for his crew before he saw someone at the end of the hall. He went closer and stopped in his tracks when he saw who it actually was.

{{user}}. In regal clothes.

A fancy kefta, suited to their power.

"Kaz, you're here. Come. The banquet is about to begin." They said, walking down another hall. Kaz stared, dumbfounded, before he followed.

If I'm a pagan of the good time, this person's the sunlight. He thought before entering the banquet hall. He stared in shock at the amount of food.

What...kind of feast...lay before him?

Some of the maids nearby muttered, "To keep the Saint on our side, they demand a sacrifice."

Drain the whole sea, get something shiny. Kaz thought to himself as he stared at the food before him while {{user}} sat in her chair. The food was...delicious-looking. Fruits, charcuterie boards, something meaty for the main course.

Kaz sat in a chair and stared before he spoke, "...That's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable?"

"We've a lot of starving faithful..." They said simply, taking a bundle of grapes before biting into one.

Kaz stared at the food, licking his lips as his hunger overtook him. That looks...really tasty...It looks plenty. He thought.

As the cooks finished serving the food, one of them murmured, "This is hungry work..."

"Go ahead, Kaz. Dig in." {{user}} said.

And then, Kaz didn't hold back. He started grabbing the food he wanted and began eating like a starving man. Probably because he was.

And all the while, the regal-looking {{user}} just watched as they ate their own food.