Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?
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+1 Also grab the plate and the bedroll.
As the stew bubbles away, you fetch the sphere again. Best keep it close. You stick the plate in the bag, and roll up the bedroll. Even once everything’s tidied away, the stew still isn’t done, though. Your mind starts to wander. Do you remember anything substantial? Where you’re from? Who you are? You know some things, evidently. You know that root vegetables need a layer of earth on them while they’re stored or they go bad. You know how to make a stew, though the quality has yet to be seen. You know what a tree is. Also, you expected your skin to be... skin-like. Fleshy. Not constantly changing colours (Currently a bright teal). But at the same time you’re... oddly okay with the state of your biology. You’re not sure what that means. And where are you? You honestly have no idea. Nothing feels familiar. Nothing remains in the oblivion of your memory. Encouraging thoughts all around.
The stew has finished. Using a piece of the bag to shield your hands from the heat, you pour it all out onto the plate. Your hand instinctively reaches for a spoon, but finds nothing, so in the end, careful use of the knife allows the stew to be directed in your mouth. Nothing in the World could have tasted better. Hunger and thirst disappear. The juices are still running down your chin as you finish. You feel good inside.
The fire is dead now. The blackened ashes give off neither light nor heat, and it’s getting dark outside now, but something catches your eye. In the fire, half buried in the ashes, is a twisted, blackened piece of metal.
The wind seems to be picking up, and without the fire, it’s getting colder, though you can still feel the heat from the stew inside you. It’s quiet.
Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Fistful of root vegetables: (x2)
Waterskin: Empty.
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black sphere
Bedroll
Plate