You grab the pot of stew from Drazha's hand. "Let's buy it all," you say. She looks at you quizzically. "The eels," you continue. "Pickled eels, eel stew, eel pie. We can afford it. Let's buy up all the food this place has and give it to our people."
A little while later, the bunkhouse resounds to the din of your tribespeople, who are packed into the inn and its outbuildings. You've spent a lot buying up all the food you could find, as well as several kegs of a sour and frothy local ale, but it's worth it to see the smiles on the faces of your tribe as they eat and drink their fill.
Wait for Morning