Issac: Supplies for the road.

Issac sat there, on the streets, it was a cold night, and the stars bright enough to be seen through the smokey skys of the village, Issac had not seen an adventurer in a few days, yet that would change, as a tall man, with broad shoulders walked down the street. With him, a sword, much larger than the man, the adventurer kept walking, and walked past Issac, where he began to laugh.
"Your gonna want more than a sword if you want to survive out there."
The adventurer stopped in their tracks and turned to face Issac.
"The Kemuma past the village are out there for a reason, they are nothing but beasts, feral creatures that demand a taste of flesh."
The adventurer seemed unphased by Issacs words, as if this was not their first time dealing with such a thing. "Look, you head out there and you'll be choking on smoke before you even breathe, so i'll make you an offer, 15 gold, and i'll give you a few joints so you can maybe distract 'em with a taste of home, if your lucky they'll kill eachother and you could slip by."
The adventurer stood there in silence for a mere few moments, considering their options, before approaching Issac. "I doubt anything can take me down, however." The adventurer reached for a pouch strapped to them, and tossed it to Issac, who eagerly caught it, upon having it in his grasp he opened it, to make sure the money was really there, and he smiled. "Alright than." Issac stood up and handed the man a few joints, 5 in total. "It's not much but you can probably toss 'em around, like I said if your lucky they'll kill eachother for it."
The adventurer nodded. "Thank you." they said before turning around. "I should thank you, you just helped me afford a few more." And with that, the adventurer was on their way again, travelling down the road. Issac sat down and laughed softly, "Oh, he's as good as dead."