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"Lady Lisa, we don't have much food left," Thomas urgently reported as we approached.

Lisa's brow furrowed in concern. "What's the extent of the issue, Thomas? How much time do we have?"

"Well, Your Majesty," Thomas began, slightly uneasy, "our supplies are dwindling, and at the current rate, I fear we may only have enough to last us for a few more days."

I interjected, realizing the gravity of the situation, "That's a problem. How many days precisely can our food last?"

Thomas hesitated for a moment before responding, "If we ration carefully, maybe five days at most. But beyond that, we'll face a severe shortage."

Realizing the urgency, I interjected, "Thomas, gather our team. We're going out from this damn place."

Thomas nodded in acknowledgement, "Okay, Your Majesty."

After a few intense minutes, Thomas rallied our team, and we set out towards the outskirts of our settlement.