You were starting to regret your decision to join this group. The Mighty Nein were prone to disaster and seemed to attract fuck-ups of a rather large magnitude. Like recently. The group had been ready to settle down in a nearby tavern, and had even paid for their rooms. Everything seemed to be going just fine until Nott decided to try to steal the innkeepers keys, which led to said innkeeper shouting at her, which led to Beau shouting at him, until everyone got kicked out. Then, Jester had the bright idea to desecrate a holy sight by drawing multiple penises on the walls of a church dedicated to the Matron of Ravens. That little stunt then got the entire party kicked out of the town. Now, the group was camped out in a nondescript patch of grass, everyone going about their business. Caleb was reading an old spellbook, obviously, while Beauregard did her usual workout routine. Nott was taking swig after swig from her flask while Jester drew dicks in a nearby patch of dirt. Fjord was already laying down on his bedroll, but hadn't yet fallen asleep. He simply stared up at the stars, looking rather annoyed. Caduceus was casually conversing with some toadstools, while Yasha stood a few feet away, brooding and remaining stoic as usual. One big, unhappy, fucked up family.