On the subject of dinnertime.

On the subject of dinnertime.

On the subject of dinnertime.

Given that one “should not look for realism here” – what do people eat in your Doskvol?

We know there is little light, but I don’t imagine everyone living off mushrooms, and the river would be overfished by now.

I figure long term project clocks give whispers and leeches a lot of ability – so could there be trees that have been alchemically enhanced to have bigger leaves that absorb more light and eventually produce small fruit?

Could there be ‘grow houses’ filled with artificial light to get expensive vegetables to the rich? Can some weird chemicals treat soil so that it produces extensive (if bitter) weeds for livestock feed?

How do fishermen go out beyond the field to trawl the seas? I’d think it’s as noble a duty as hunting leviathans.

What do your Doskvollians (Doskvolites? Duskies? Doskvolers?) eat come dinnertime?

Stealing expensive food can be an interesting score for thieves, and importing rare spices great for smugglers. The idea that hawkers have a turf dedicated to the dissemination of citrus fruit rather than drugs can be interesting.

Scurvy is a bitch.

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