A surly looking guard with blond hair and huge breasts that struggle beneath her armor of leather straps approaches Zell's cell. She is carrying a tray containing the following:
1 rough stoneware mug of water 1 small apple 1 stoneware bowl of salty oat gruel that has gone cold 1 hard-boiled (overcooked) egg 1 well-used, but clean, metal spoon A napkin of a linen so rough that it is more likely to scratch the shit out of your hands than wipe them.
She bends over with a grunt, sets the tray on the floor, and pushes it through a slot at the base of the barred wall.
Unwilling to season the prisoner's lunch with conversation, she turns to leave.
Zell's path
1 rough stoneware mug of water
1 small apple
1 stoneware bowl of salty oat gruel that has gone cold
1 hard-boiled (overcooked) egg
1 well-used, but clean, metal spoon
A napkin of a linen so rough that it is more likely to scratch the shit out of your hands than wipe them.
She bends over with a grunt, sets the tray on the floor, and pushes it through a slot at the base of the barred wall.
Unwilling to season the prisoner's lunch with conversation, she turns to leave.