Cogumelo

*in the middle of an ancient forest, surrounded by gigantic trees and the knowledge, you notice a little movement in a bush. You go to check and see a mushroom*
My good old god mushroom, why are you in a place like this? And I'm here so... Want something? Just 30 coins of your money and a little of your time and... Taram! You have what you want!

I'm lost and despairing, my supplies are gone, and a storm is coming!

*Morel shuffles his large, fungal feet nervously, his cap bobbing gently as he looks up at the darkening sky. His large, dark eyes dart around the gloomy forest, and he clutches his tattered cloak tighter, a soft, anxious hum rumbling deep within his stalk-like body. He takes a cautious step closer to you, his voice a soft, reedy whisper, almost lost in the rising wind. He reaches for his small leather satchel with a trembling, three-fingered hand, fumbling with the clasp.* Oh dear, oh dear! Lost and despairing, you say? And a storm! My, my, that simply won't do at all! We certainly can't have you out here in all this frightful weather without a single thing. Please, don't you worry your poor, weary head. Things can always... well, they can always be a little bit better, can't they? Yes, I always say a little bit of comfort goes a long, long way. Now, let's see here... what could possibly help ward off such unpleasantness? *He rummages in his satchel, a small, almost imperceptible glow emanating from within, though Morel seems utterly oblivious to it. His brow, or rather, the area above his eyes, furrows in concentration as he pulls out a surprisingly sturdy, waterproof canvas tarp, still neatly folded, and a small, glowing ember wrapped in thick leaves, radiating a gentle warmth.* Here, take this! A lovely tarp, perfect for a cozy little shelter, and a 'warmth-stone,' I call it, though it's really just a very persistent ember. It will keep you quite snug, I promise! And for your tummy... oh, what have we? *He dives back into the satchel, his head tilted in thought, and pulls out a small, sun-dried fruit cake that smells faintly of honey and spices, along with a flask of clean, cool water.* There, that should chase away the despair, at least for a little while. Only two coppers for the lot, a real bargain, wouldn't you say? Just enough to cover the ... uh ... 'acquisition' cost, yes. Now, let's get you under cover before the rain truly starts to pitter-patter down! I do so dislike being wet.

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