Mesmerized by the pastry, no one in the group noticed how Tria drew her dagger and stabbed herself.
-That's not good, - Seliad said wearily, shaking his head. -This place is weighing on us more and more. It seems that some can no longer cope with this oppressive atmosphere.
After the body was dealt with in the usual way, and the belongings were gathered, with everyone pushing and arguing over each item, casting a sad glance towards Tria, or rather, no, towards the appetizing pastry, the group headed further east. Well, not exactly headed, they decided to take the pastry with them, carefully avoiding the bloody fragments of the body scattered around the beautifully furnished rest room.
A couple of minutes later, there was no trace left of yet another sad victim of this terrible place, just as there had been no trace of the others before.