The Citadel of Chaos

You quickly whip your head back and narrowly avoid the Snapperfish's jaws.
But you crack your head on the handle on which the kettle is hanging.
You reel from the blow and, as you try to collect your senses,
the three old women shove you off towards the door at the far end of the kitchen.
'Good riddance, scab!' they shout as they

shove you through the door.