The Moon and the Sea
Rations, of course! You couldn't leave without food and drink, incase things got rough.
You walked into the main hall, trying to drown out the chatter of insectoids as you maneuvered through the crowd, eventually making your way to the kitchens.
Dodging a young purple mantis woman, you quickly grab a leather bag filled with dried meats. You lean down to take a sniff, grimacing when the potent smell of insects wafts upward.
It becomes much more pleasant when the salty scent of trout overwhelms the odor of semi-cannibalism.
You then grab a loaf of fresh sourdough bread wrapped in a thin cloth, as well as a metal flask filled with fresh, clean water.
What next...
You walked into the main hall, trying to drown out the chatter of insectoids as you maneuvered through the crowd, eventually making your way to the kitchens.
Dodging a young purple mantis woman, you quickly grab a leather bag filled with dried meats. You lean down to take a sniff, grimacing when the potent smell of insects wafts upward.
It becomes much more pleasant when the salty scent of trout overwhelms the odor of semi-cannibalism.
You then grab a loaf of fresh sourdough bread wrapped in a thin cloth, as well as a metal flask filled with fresh, clean water.
What next...