The big weasel's chest rises and falls as it lies asleep in Tur's firm grasp.
Alan begins poking around the containers on the shelves and the sacks near the entrance. They are filled with foodstuffs: various grains, odd tubers, dessicated beetle shells, salted meats, mushrooms, some fuzzy lichen-like things, and herb leaves.
Tur and Noni
[SBLOCK] You hear faint scrabbling coming from the barrels at the back that Alan is heading towards [/SBLOCK]