[Will has seen more than a few harrowing things in his life, but that maze is definitely up there. Between the visions -- bother reassuring and heart-wrenching -- and the monsters hounding him, he's exhausted. His coat is splattered with blood and mud and who knows what else.
The smell of the feast is soooo inviting. It's the only thing keeping him from finding a place to curl up and sleep. Yet when he approaches the table, he sees nobody. It doesn't seem untouched, so he's less worried about having stumbled on some backstage area he's not supposed to be, but...
Taking the food without permission feels like a trap. His gut doesn't trust this, and his gut is usually right about this kind of stuff.]
Helloooo? Is anyone there? [He peers around, getting on his tip-toes to crane and see if there's anyone around.] I'm starving, and I would really appreciate some of your food.
post-maze
The smell of the feast is soooo inviting. It's the only thing keeping him from finding a place to curl up and sleep. Yet when he approaches the table, he sees nobody. It doesn't seem untouched, so he's less worried about having stumbled on some backstage area he's not supposed to be, but...
Taking the food without permission feels like a trap. His gut doesn't trust this, and his gut is usually right about this kind of stuff.]
Helloooo? Is anyone there? [He peers around, getting on his tip-toes to crane and see if there's anyone around.] I'm starving, and I would really appreciate some of your food.