"Huh," Salem stated with surprise, "Looks like you have your own personal cheering section."
Pema mowed down a rack of lamb, followed by chugging down water, making digestion easier, "Yeah! I can feel everyone's energy, elevating me to amazing heights!" She exclaimed dramatically.
"Um, I think that's really pushing it, Pema... But anyway, you shouldn't strain yourself too much. Even you're not immune to stomach aches... or worse," He warned.
"Ha ha ha, foolish Salem!" Pema laughed an incredibly fake laugh, "What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger!"
"... Is that the context you're really going for?"
"Come on, man, YOU GOT THIS! Go, go, go!" One of the Dwarves cheered on his fellow brethren, "Let them see why you're called Zilpher the Insatiable!"
"Mmmfrrrrb! MMMFRRBM!" Zilpher cried out, his mouth filled with mutton.
"I don't know what you said, but I love your enthusiasm, pal!" He patted him on the back.
One Dwarf looked at Pema, who was stuffing chicken down her mouth with frightening intensity, "Is that tiny creature really a human? How can such a small being fit that much food?!"
"She's a curious one, that's for sure," Another Dwarf rubbed his beard, astonished at this gluttonous display.
Pema finished off three plates of food, and was about to grab a fifth drumstick when something caught her eye; a roasted duck, displayed elegantly on a plate, complete with decorative garnish.
"I see... so you've summoned me here today, have you, feathered one?" Pema gazed at the roasted duck, speaking in a hushed tone, "I accept!"
She inhaled and exhaled deeply, "In... my..." she inched her hands closer and closer to the poor duck that was going to be devoured, "BELLY!" Her hands launched towards it.