Your bloodied body is nothing but a mass of wounds as you pull yourself from the wreckage of the shattered cage. Groaning in pain, you drag yourself slowly toward a small natural pool. While the still-conscious part of your mind marvels at having survived, your instincts have taken over. And they tell you that you are thirsty.

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The water shimmers with a suspicious glow.

Will you restrain your instinct and take a moment to observe it? Go to 110.

If you give in and drink, go to 120.

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