I pull the crew together, “It’s been a rough couple of days. Everyone is hurt except our Monk, Mok - and we lost 2 of our best men in as many battles. What’s our provision situation?”
Sharpe winces, “We’ve got some gear we can sell. For food we’ve got berries, grain, and a couple mushrooms. Enough for 3 days if you don’t make us cross any mountains. If you do, it’ll run out twice as fast”.
“We won’t go through any mountains Sharpe, half of you can barely walk.” I look at the stoic faces that surround me and notice Sharpe’s hand dangling uselessly.
“Sheesh man, you’re a mess! We’ll try and get you and Dan healed up. How many crowns do we have?”
“Not enough sir” spits Lancelot. “And I expect my daily pay to have increased if you want me to keep severing heads. We have 1,184 Crowns to be exact, and of that I get 17 per day. Come up short and I’m gone!”
“Too bad you’re not a bit more loyal like Mok here who promised if we run out of food and coin, he’ll still stick around. Speaking of which, Mok, how did you come away from that battle unscathed? I literally put a bag on your head and set you in the middle of the front-line.”
Mok squeaks, “My robe got torn!”
Groans and laughter erupt from the rest of the company.
“Sharpe - when you get a bit more experience, can you knit us some wolf armor? We’ve got 3 pelts now”
I look at our tailor and he’s half out of his mind with fever. “Well, put that on the back burner.”
“All right enough sittin’ around let’s move out! Local tavern says they’re looking to hire a group like us back in Treiten. We’ll see how you all are doing, and if still need patching up we’ll visit the Temple in Wundersdadt before taking on any more enemies. So uhhhh, should we hire that Eunuch before we leave?”
Just as we walk to the edge of town, people come running in. “Villagers missing!”
I look up and see a 2-skull contract to find out what happened.
I say to no one in particular, “We’ll check this out later when we have a full, healthy team again”.
