And indeed, the fur trader seemed to be a careful man. A hard loaf of bread, a flask of some strong-smelling alcohol, a few strips of dried beef, and a handful of dried fruit. The man had been well prepared. In there, too, he found a flint and steel, some kindling, and a small knife. All of it had a use to Vol, given that he had nothing now.
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