They were wandering adventurers, lost, hungry, most of their equipment wrecked. A poor family that had little took them in and shared what meager rations they had. None got 'quite enough', but no one went to bed completely hungry. The adventurers arrived as an escort to their leader, a king. He helped the poor family get back on their feet again, not through lavish wealth, but humbler gifts of food, aid to fix their home, and seed that would actually grow in the poor soil. -- Anon Guest
A band of Adventurers can count as a natural disaster. As in, it's only natural that some Adventurers leave disaster in their wake. They have a habit of stealing anything that isn't nailed down, adopting creatures they shouldn't, and gathering unto themselves frightening amounts of power.
So it was quite a shock to the family of Ruffield Farm to meet a band of Adventurers who were mindful of their effect on the world.
It was a poor farm, and barely made enough to keep the family alive and the farm solvent. It did not need a pack of bedraggled Adventurers dragging themselves in from wherever they'd got roughed up. Nevertheless, they gave the crew shelter, and thinned down their stew for them. They shared their thin blankets and did what they could for the Adventurer's injuries.
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