Tiamet grined "Not at all. The frout is picked in the swaps of sorrow grone from the sufering of the trees that are the souls of those who took there oun life. The meat is of the flesh of those condamed to the ciscel of lust. The golwing stuf is mashed up souls of the damned and in the glases are filled with the blood of those how did vilance to others. Please enjoy these are the finest dishes one can git in hell." Dragon laughed "A wise man never asks what he eats is mad of." he takes a drink