Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150810194031/@comment-5543592-20150811005609

Corcius pryed open a crate full of, what appeared to be, very hard tack biscuits. They looked like they had never been touched by milk or water, or anything one would use to make bread. And here, in the cool subterrean of the cave, sealed in the crate, they could not have possibly molded.

"Good find." Theo said, looking over at Corcius. "There's no way those weevils went bad."