(REMINDER, the situation likely isn't in the series, I'm just making a scenario - I don't have a lawyer if someone sues me 😭)

THE FEYWILD

The group and you are in a precarious situation. Facing the reality of no food, no shelter, no social contact and the littlest amount of money in their pockets.

“We might as well sell Kremy's clothes.” Frost grumbled as he tried to make a fire, too lazy to realize he could just use magic.

“Hey! I'll have you know this is fine silk.” Kremy huffed, plopping down beside Gideon, who had lit up the fire by merely touching the sticks.

“Torbek thinks--” Torbek tried to say until everyone shut him down. (Poor Torbek.)

“We can't sell it anyway. It's full of dirt and mud.” Gricko groaned, laying flat on the ground and basking in the mud beneath him while Hootsie was squawking at him to not embarrass her.

“Well, what do you think?” Gideon said to you.

Everyone waited for a response.