“A village? We’re heading for a real-life proper village?” Rizon seemed genuinely surprised. “I wonder what supplies it has. Maybe we can raid it, if there’s nobody left alive.” He lowered his head, thinking. “Nobody survives forever, afterall.”
“What if there are survivors? Will we have to barter with them, or do you think they will let us inhabit their grounds while we pass through?” Rizon seemed very uncertain at this statement however. He had a strong suspicion even then that there was nobody left alive for at least a hundred mile radius.
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Sephiroth shrugged his shoulders at the fact Seferia didn’t know what he was talking about. It hardly bothered him, for he could always explain.
“A mortar is a cup. It’s usually made out of granite, or something else that’s hard and not easily crushed down.” He made a crude bowl by cupping both hands together, as if to give a visual demonstration. “A pestle is made out of the same thing as the mortar. The pestle is basically a rod with a balled end.”
He sighed. “You’ve seen it before without even realizing it. The medics use the mortar and pestle to crush things into a fine powder. It is the most efficient way of making medicines out of things without polluting them with something else.”