Hey, hair sometimes fell in food while it was being prepared. It wouldn't even be the weirdest thing that had wound up in his food before, not even counting Dwarven Pot-Luck Surprise. Normally, a strand of hair wouldn't have even fazed him that much. It was just this time it felt like there was something...

"Do you normally sleep in that much if they let you?" Lloyd asked, curious, as he scooped up another forkful of food. Almost absentmindedly, he glanced at it - and stopped, brow furrowing with frustration. Dammit, not another hair. He picked this one out, too, and at least he'd spotted this one before it ended up in his mouth.

Wait a minute. Hair...? Long, black hair like-?

A chill raced down his spine, and he turned, searching the room. The hair was like that monster's. Dammit, did it follow me into here, too?