The adventurers had thought the map they'd found in the necromancer's crypt was messing with them. Each time they reached a marker, it moved. Except this time...
"We're by the silver river, the moon is a sliver... Where's the treasure?"
"Maybe the treasure is the friends--"
"Yes but no. I can't buy a house with friends," snapped the bard, "I've tried!"
"Pardon?"
"The bank didn't like multiple people going in on a mortgage."
"Ah."