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audio | un: not bad, cod do better
( 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.
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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But no, it was only me in the mines.
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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.