IC: Sturg led them out into the open. No animals were immediately nearby. He was almost surprised no others seemed to have cottoned on to the tower...the two wandered on for a while. Finally, they came near to somewhere "Ah, I think we're close", hearing the noise of a Scrab howl in the distance. They entered through a few, unused rooms. Finally, they found some crates of various sizes "This is it. Take yer pick of what's around here." Fortunately, not too many other creatures were interested in this food source at the moment, or ever were, otherwise it seemed unlikely there'd be any left. Sturg sniffed at a few boxes, sniffed one that appealed to him, and tore through the old, rotting wood, spilling some Elum Chubs onto the floor. This seemed more natural (if it could be considered natural in any way whatsoever) than eating any of the different products. He ripped open a packet with his teeth and began eating the contents.
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