The boss of the guild, Francis S. Fitzgerald, has recently discovered a marvellous thing that common Americans do: camping. Fitzgerald has camped before, but he hasn't attempted 'poor people camping'. Ever the enthusiast, he decides to buy an entire plot of land in the forest to attempt this alien activity. Of course he couldn't do this all on his own, so who did he bring? The entirety of the guild staff. What could possibly go wrong?

"Now, how do you pinch- No wait, pitch a tent," Fitzgerald hummed deep in thought as he scratched his chin 'wisely' and stared at the manual in his hands.