“What do you mean we’re out of bananas?!” Basil shouted as he smacked an ice troll with his mace.

“You’re the one who ate it!” Luis yelled in return, digging in his sack for something, anything to fend off the attack. “I got a lime! We can ice blast it!”

“It’s an ice troll! Ice blasts don’t work on ice trolls!” Another troll sprang from nowhere, pounding his fist on the ground. “Try the coconut!”

Luis grabbed the coconut and a small axe, hitting the coconut repeatedly. Basil smacked his mace from one troll to the other.

“Any time now!”

“Hold on!” Luis finally got the axe to stick into the coconut. Unfortunately, it would not exit it. He hit the ground with the coconut repeatedly. “I will literally die if you don’t eat soon!” The coconut cracked in half and Luis scrambled to drink the milk, digging his fingers into the meat. He could feel the rush of magic flowing through his veins. He wiggled his fingers before flicking bolts of lightning at the trolls. The crackling continued long after they were dead. Luis smiled at his handy work, before forcing a stern face on. “Stop eating my supplies.” He scolded Basil but the man waved him off.

“Stop hogging all the good stuff.”

“You know how hard it is to get bananas in the tundra? Do you even know?”

“Lighten up.” Basil took his dagger and proceeded to cut the eyes out of the trolls. “These should fetch enough coin from the alchemists to get more.”

“Fine. But you’re lighting fires from now on.”

“Ah come on.”

“I mean it.”