audio | un: not bad, cod do better

[quia]

( the voice that comes across the network sounds a bit tired, masking the exhaustion with a bored tone. )

Hunger.
Gods forgive me.
Eat, eat, eat.

( the voice pauses here, a bit of shuffling as they lean back and pull their quartz with them to finish the recording. ) What do you know of what happened in the salt mines outside the citadel? I found those words when I woke. Before I left them. They don't seem to happy.

( they lick their lips and sigh ) Speaking of hungry. Does anyone have food that's not fish? Or at least not cod.

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[bearshermark]

[An amused huff]

Well, you'd have to talk to Haltham about that. We have a few livestock, but they're too few to eat. Millet, we're growing turnips and beets despite the weather, and sometimes an egg will have to do for now. For actual food, you'd need to have coin and purchase it in town.

[quia]

I hate the concept of money.

It'll have to do.

[bearshermark]

Sorry.

My name is Eleven. ..Please don't ask if I have ten siblings.

[quia]

I'll hold off this time.

Ery suits me enough.

[bearshermark]

Well met.

Did anyone else wake with you?

[quia]

I wish. It would have been a lot less weird.

But no, it was only me in the mines.

[bearshermark]

[He hums shortly, surprised]

Well I'm glad you're all right. You'll need to be careful of the wolves and the whispers from the forest at night.