[She has to think about it a minute. There's been no real way of telling the passage of time since she's been brought down here; no windows and no timepieces have made all the hours run together into one another, punctuated only by when the necromancer was here and when he wasn't. So she has to think about it a minute, casting her memory back amidst the drowsy spells and the times when she wasn't awake.]
Once.
[Food once. Water slightly more often. The necromancer only needs to keep her alive, not necessarily healthy.]
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Once.
[Food once. Water slightly more often. The necromancer only needs to keep her alive, not necessarily healthy.]
What day is it...?