>>5418493much obliged
>No time for that, you're starving. Slip into them here and now, and go find that food.Thankfully there's no-one else on the balcony, and the courtyard below seems empty. The slaves avert their gaze as you change impatiently, donning a bright toga of red with golden tassels, and leather sandals that seem uncomfortable at first glance but slip snugly onto your feet. The slaves take your previous attire and bow, retreating back down the stairs.
You now find yourself in the unfortunate predicament of not knowing where the dining hall is.
>Go left.>Go right.>WRITE-IN 