Being allied with the Zhentarim certainly had its perks.

Not only had your favors for the group earned you their trust and protection, but it had earned you much of their supply at your fingertips. Including, to your delight, a fresh batch of weed straight from Calimshan.

The scent of the acrid smoke gently wafting from your tent hadn't gone unnoticed. As you puffed another cloud into the air, your tent flap was pushed open, the thick smoke earning a brief cough from Minthara before she spoke. "I do hope that you are not too selfish to share."