?> <finalelipsis> get everything
(Meal Tray) You don’t feel any better about that than you did on your last attempt.
(Corroded Flagon) You are shaking too much from hunger to be able to lift the flagon and have any chance of keeping any of the liquid inside it.
(Moldy Cheese) Taken.
(Lumpy Fruit) Taken.
(Fuzzy Bread) Taken.
?> <finalelipsis> look at meal tray
You rather wish you hadn’t.
The condition of the food on the tray is (hopefully) indicative of just how long you’ve been here. The tray holds a flagon of foul-smelling, green liquid which appears to be corroding the flagon from the inside; a hardened and pungent hunk of cheese badly overrun with mold… and not the good kind; a rather lumpy, smelly sort of fruit which, despite the stench, seems to be relatively fresh; and a hunk of bread with a few fuzzy patches.