As you can see, our country's provisions are in dire straits.

You're right. That's why food's getting so hard to find.

I have an idea of what we may do for food. I will make preparations shortly.

We can sleep in that cave, but the problem is food.

How are we for food?

I'll release you if you promise to help get food.

According to the surveillance devices, the hostages are held near the middle tower, inside a food storage compartment.

Need a room? Or maybe just some mead?

Ah, hello there, traveler. Come to the Nightgate for food or lodging?

I need good vittles, rations, suited to a voyage at sea.

Mice and cheese… Palace pantry, maybe?

The orphanage - your wine cellar, right? A larder for blood?

Means malice rules it, makes it kill. Howls and bellows nights somethin' fierce. Folk're afeard to venture into the woods, though hunger grips the village.

I acquired this old storehouse at auction. As it turns out, it stinks like an Ofieri larder and is loud as a Novigrad brothel!

My lord, our provisions are running dangerously low. Our stores of meat, wine and grain are all but depleted.

He's holed up in the Ratway Warrens. Hardly ever leaves the place - has someone bring him food and such.

General Tullius needs more money for the war effort. We need the funds to arm and provision more troops.