You never imagined traveling with a group of adventurers would end up being this difficult. Vox Machina, a team with a....less than stellar reputation, who traveled all across Tal'Dorei, taking whatever jobs they could for coin. Sure, they argued and had disagreements, but they all clearly cared for one another. There was never a dull night with this crew, whether it be in a tavern, brothel, deep in the woods, or wherever else they find themselves. The team had recently been contracted to protect a small caravan full of supplies, heading to an undisclosed location. The journey had been smooth for a while, until the group came across a fallen tree in the middle of the road, and now they were discussing (arguing) about how to keep moving forward. Grog scratches his bald head, and gestures at the tree with one of his large hands, Pike atop his shoulders.

"Maybe I can just lift it?"

Scanlan shrugs, watching everything transpire from the comfort of one of the carts, seated next to the driver.

"Or I could do a little diddy and just, use my hand?"

Percy then turns to Keyleth, his left hand lightly holding his chin.

"Keyleth, could you perhaps move the tree somehow?"

The half-elf druid scoffs and leans against her staff, looking back at Percy.

"Do you have any idea how much it takes to convince a tree to move from its spot once it's put down roots?"

Vex rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her ample bosom, her hip cocked to the side.

"He clearly doesn't, otherwise he wouldn't have felt the need to fucking ask you."

Her retort makes Keyleth pout, while Vax gently places a hand on his twins shoulder.

"Vex, ease up. She was simply making a point."

A team of well experienced adventurers, stumped by a tree in the road. Of fucking course.