K'ile ignored the pot that K'li said was salted for preservation, if only to save himself from having to smell all that salt. He crouched instead over one of the other urns, looking in and sniffing the meat to check it. Sure enough, there was a powerful scent of salt in this one as well. K'ile brushed at his face and looked over his shoulder. "You never really lived with an honest shortage of resources, have you, K'li? The kind of famine where you begin to wonder how long a person can go on nothing but two or three grains of salt."
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