Right Through You
After a bit of a spat outside the entrance to the underground dwarven city, the inside seems a bit quiet. Eerily quiet, given that one particularly cowardly fellow decided he'd rather head inside than fight us. Maybe he's just cowering in a corner somewhere, unwilling to make a sound. It seems unlikely that he'd rustle up any kind of party to await our arrival. 'Unless it's a surprise party, with cake and jelly.'
'That would be explain why it's so quiet in there. Maybe they've cut up the gelatinous cube and put it in to small bowls with ice cream for us.'
'What happens, though, when you eat a gelatinous cube?'
'I imagine it goes right through you.'