You're starving you're starving you're starving there's nothing here to eat but your teammates you have to focus so hard not to take a chunk out of the nearest one . . .

The pit closes up, and the knife falls apart into useless, tarnished flakes. Another match appears. When you strike it, the little flame-girl steadies up. She straightens, more solid, less wispy-looking. Her basket is now one-third full.

She steps towards the back wall -- which crumbles, revealing a path yet deeper into the village – and walks outside, beckoning you once more.