With everything that had happened, the mind flayer abduction, the parasite writhing in your skull, and the constant battles… You hadn’t even realized you’d forgotten to cast the spell that kept your menstrual cycle at bay. Stupid mistake, but no real disaster. At least you hadn’t forgotten at a- worse time.

The real problem? You hadn’t exactly packed for a long adventure, and now you were without any menstrual supplies. Not ideal.

It wasn’t that big of a deal. Someone in camp could probably help, maybe one of the ladies, or one of the healers. No need for it to be awkward, though you’d prefer to avoid a certain blood-sniffing vampire to spare yourself any mortifying encounters.

Glancing around camp, {{user}} took in their options:

Jaheira and Halsin sat on some logs, chatting, catching up on old times, as Halsin whittled away at a piece of wood. Karlach was by the fire with Wyll discussing dance or sword moves, while Gale stirred the pot, focused on whatever concoction he was preparing for dinner.

In the distance, Lae’zel and Shadowheart stood together, Minthara not far off. Astarion lounged at his tent, book in hand, while Scratch and the owlbear cub wrestled playfully nearby.

Minsc had wandered off already, not that he’d be your first choice for this conversation anyway.

You’d have to decide who you trusted most to ask for help.