rolled 4, 2, 1 = 7
Bem returns with a full cart, pulled by a strong, healthy-looking cow, and carrying a chicken in each arm, with a rooster not far behind. To the wide eyes of every peasant in the village, he unveils his precious cargo. Books on magic, history, monster lore, bowmaking, herbs, enchantment, and several other topics, along with a full blacksmithing manual in three volumes. Five chickens, a rooster, a cow, high-quality farming tools, another full set of smithing tools, this time a bit better than the bargain bin stuff the crew's been playing with, and a new anvil and bellows round out the first part of Bem's haul.
For the next, bags upon bags of all different kinds of seeds, among them this world's versions of tobacco, coffee, cocoa, barley, and oats, along with several panes of green glass, three crossbows, enough cloth to make you a whole new set of clothes and then some, and a stack of oversized sheets of paper. Aside from all that, he brings news; the war goes well, with Perin occupying large swaths of territory and cutting down all defenses. The unit one of the town's youths was assigned to captured several fortifications without support, only taking 20% casualties. And, to top it off, the search for the lone Frost Giant was called off weeks ago, cited as a waste of men and time. As you sigh with relief, Bem pulls a small reddish gem out of his pocket, saying that he had a little left over after filling the cart. Then he drops a bag of gold the size of his head into Sahl's hands. You've got currency. Real, honest coin.
And you've barely gotten started.