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... reliable keepers of food. If entrusting fish to a cat seemed risky, one could always entrust it with grain instead. The cat would guard it zealously, feasting on the birds drawn to the grain in the process.

Village Chief Bilitaire’s basement was stocked with provisions meant for long-term storage—barrels of liquor, round wheels of cheese, hardtack, and even sausages. It wasn’t an abundant supply, but it was enough for two people to survive off of.

"Got everything? Let’s go!"

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