In the halls of the RHL, a bustle of noise and people rang through the halls. Various beings from various planar existences chose this as their meeting ground, and some chose it as their stomping ground. It was a one of a kind locale, unmatched in obscurity and beauty. At least to most comers and goers, and within these halls there were many places to choose from. Many options of activity to occupy yourself as you await your next foray into the multiverse, or your last. 

In the enormous cafeteria, several warriors had amassed at a table opposing a table with just one much smaller warrior.

This warrior?

Was none other than Kanitah Noraha Ayna, the hero of Pundambaya. 

The dozen or so fighters watched in awe as the catering staff of the cafeteria brought him plate after plate of food from various times, worlds, and dimensions. Scarfing each one down with more vim and vigor than the previous three. There were stacks of empty plates piling up faster than the staff could bring them.

It was nearly an hour and almost fifty plates of food before he was sated. In the end he was still nibbling on what looked to be a chicken wrapped in a duck, wrapped in a turkey. 

One of the warriors on the opposing table nearly fainted, another actually fainted. 

As Kanitah picked at his teeth with a folded napkin, he failed to notice anything was weird about how much he had just eaten.