After testing several leaves, you find that they are too thin to hold any appreciable amount of liquid. Grimacing as you accidentally jar your arm, you draw one of the crossbow bolts and punch a hole through a vine. A thin, amber-tinged liquid oozes out of the gash; it's thinner than honey but nothing close to water. Carefully, you lick the tip of the bolt, tasting the sap. It is quite sweet, with a rather heady character, almost like a fruit wine.
You wait several minutes desperately wishing that you could drink more
now. Giggling slightly, you conclude that there isn't anything wrong. You wave the golem over to have a drink with you as you seize the vine, sucking at the wound until you cannot draw forth any more sap. It's refreshing, but you're feeling a tad woozy. Nothing to worry about, though. Basin gradually fades into view from the dark hallway to the south, and you greet him with a cheery cry,
"Heeey~ I was wondering where you went, little guy!"Basin swirls around your legs, tugging you in the direction he came from. The chills seem to have dulled slightly, but you still wish you could have managed to pull more clothes on.
Health:
Body: Heavy bruising; mildly feverish, slightly dehydrated, slightly dizzy
Right arm: Fractured, half-healed cut
Power: 0/6
Power: 1/1
Power: 3/4
Equipped:
Ragged black robes
Worn leather boots
Candletree wand (lit)
Inventory:
Rocks
Wrapped carnizelle meat
Small brass & iron amulet
3x small silver coins
7x small bronze coins
Small Quiver
-6x Steel Bolt
Basin (2)
Armored Rock Golem (4)
-Red leather armor
-Mostly clean black robe
-Plain cotton garments
Yellow @: You
Blue dot: Basin
Orange G: Armored rock golem
[] No! Drink MORE!
[] Okay, follow the sentient liquid.
[] Cut off another section of vine, drink as you are carried/walk.
[] Write-in.
((It certainly is fortunate that this isn't an illustrated adventure.))