[ Moiraine scoffs -- not at him, but at the idea that there might actually be good food. ]
Perhaps if we could go into the woods and forage for ourselves.
[ That's assuming, of course, that there is anything edible. But she would take a foraged meal of roots, berries, or whatever else there might be over what they have--
--which is, as Amos guessed, more rations. Moiraine has figured out where they're kept, though she has to have a brief argument with the guard explaining that she's not taking it for herself, and no, she can't lie to him about it.
Having successfully extricated herself from that, she offers the ration bar out to Amos. ]
These are so jealously guarded one might think they were a meal fit for royalty, [ she says dryly. ]
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Perhaps if we could go into the woods and forage for ourselves.
[ That's assuming, of course, that there is anything edible. But she would take a foraged meal of roots, berries, or whatever else there might be over what they have--
--which is, as Amos guessed, more rations. Moiraine has figured out where they're kept, though she has to have a brief argument with the guard explaining that she's not taking it for herself, and no, she can't lie to him about it.
Having successfully extricated herself from that, she offers the ration bar out to Amos. ]
These are so jealously guarded one might think they were a meal fit for royalty, [ she says dryly. ]