Chapter 26: 26
As the sun begins to sink over the horizon and the temperature starts to drop dramatically, your party halts to make camp for the evening. Gratefully, you clamber down off of Indiana, take a few moments to stretch out your limbs, and get to work pitching your and Sam's tent.
You have barely begun when you hear a cry of frustration from Esme, who is tasked, along with Sam, with making the meat stew that will sustain the party this evening. You glance over to see her sitting on the ground amid the cans of tinned meat that she had bought for the expedition.
"That little fucker Rafiq!" she yells, cracking open one tin after another. "I should never have trusted him! The meat—it's all spoiled!"
You dash over and help, opening several more tins. The contents are green, slimy, and inedible.
Esme roars in frustration. "He ripped me off! Looks like we're vegetables only. And on half rations for the rest of the expedition."
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