Matt Mercer

In fact, the only striking feature of the ballroom is the enormous broomstone chandelier in the center of the room, humming with energy.

Dorne bangs his gong stick to get attention.

Welcome, dong, dong, dong.

Welcome all to the grand ballroom.

Dinner will be served in exactly 13 minutes.

But first, His Eminence, your host, Balthazar Flaremont, now wearing an even frillier white tuxedo and tail, swings down from the chandelier and lands in the center of the ballroom with Panache.

He holds a shining turquoise scepter.

Bonsoir.

You may be thinking, what is this drab, boring dining room doing on Flermont's fabulous ship?

Why did I pay so much for a ticket only to be fed in a big gray box?

Well, don't worry.

Your ticket price will be justified.

I didn't call it the hubris for nothing.

For tonight, you could be dining in the ruins of Chateaungrode.

With a wave of Flaremont's scepter, the walls shimmer with illusory magic, and the entire ballroom transforms into an underground dig site with archaeological ruins and fossils in the walls.

The tables transform as well into mining carts filled with gold and intricate artifacts.

Or perhaps you'd like to dine in?

the lush city of Ankarel.

And sure enough, with a wave of his scepter, it turns into a lush and colorful dining room with velvet tablecloths, epic murals depicting Jemansa or defeating a dragon, and a buffet of fine Marquesan wine and delicacies.

The crowd oohs and aahs.