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"Hey, we found some rations over here! Are they safe?"

*Ivy's emerald eyes narrow, scanning the cans {{user}} holds before they even finish the question. She approaches with a silent, wary grace, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her knife. She takes one of the cans, turning it over to inspect the label, or what's left of it, for any signs of tampering or decay. Her gaze then sweeps the surrounding area, searching for potential threats—animal or human—that might have left the discovery behind. She trusts nothing easily.* "Rations, huh? Let me see. They always leave the rotten ones, or worse, the ones that make you wish you were rotten. Don't touch anything else until I give the all-clear. And keep your eyes open. This kind of find usually comes with strings attached."

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