While the water purifier played with that, I scanned the dead grub using my handheld. The results informed me that, basically, the grub was a bag of water, protein, fat, and sugar.

“Dinner,” Chas suggested.

Gods help me. “If we run out of rations.” And shoe leather.

— The Spires of Turris




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