It's young Venin who points out the blunt obvious to these two adults, Kevin's got that bow that shoots those magic arrows, and the last time he experimented with it, he made the equivalent of a Hero's Feast. Did they forget as long as he's there with the bow, they'll never go hungry?
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The good berries were filling, for their tiny size. One argument resolved and bellies no longer complaining, it was Venin who remembered.
"What about that hecking overpowered bow?"
There was another moment of glaring and Kevin, red of face, mumbled, "Ma said not t' over-use it."
Wraithvine was busy sliding hir palm down hir face. "Adventurers cannot be relied upon to remember that they have feet," ze sighed. "And now I am among that number."
The next evening, with Ma Oxbrydl's permission, and insistence, Kevin shot one of his glowing arrows at a nice spot by the canyon wall.
It became a rather nice inn with stone golem staff.
"You see?" said Kevin. "You over-use a blessing from the gods and it comes back at you."
The inn had refilling supplies for any wayward traveler who got this lost. They had granite chairs, obdsidian tables, and sandstone beds.
Dinner was very nice, but the obvious problem with the bedding was politely ignored.
Until Venin said, "I don't know about you guys, but I plan on sleeping like a rock."
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