If Marron had been a braver girl, she would have taken one of her kitchen knives and thrown it at the nearest mimic. But unfortunately, she wasn't a character in one of those assassin video games.
So she dropped her knife, still inside her pack, and put her head on the table. Her stomach chose to growl loudly, and she groaned audibly. "Just kill me now."
It hadn't occured to her to eat before entering the diner, and now she was hungry.
Great. Just play along, Marron...it'll be over soon. I need to know where the inn is, too.
A couple of mimics at the nearest booth turned their bland heads toward the sound, their faces sliding into amused shapes.
At least, that was what she thought. Their faces shifted too quickly for her mind to comprehend.
One minute they're demonic-looking, the next...they just look like humans.
"Hungry?" one slurred in a voice stitched from two different tones.
