-1 "Make me a Chicken Sandwich"

I've been down here now a grand total of 25 days. It's been 25 days since I've seen sunshine, marched in formation, been in the barracks, or enjoyed the Marsember nightlife. Since then I've become a nervous shell of a human being. I'm trying to maintain my sanity in this hellhole. The Underdark is one foul horror after another. I've managed to find an outpost of civilization, but it's only a matter of time till Kelemvor's agents call me home, I feel it. Every day i wake up in this pit it's another dance with death where I hope I get the upper hand.

I want out more than anything. Some guy who thinks himself nobility has asked me to work with him to find a way out. I have to help him establish himself first, but he promises me we will get out once it's done. I can't possibly understand why someone would want to stay here if they could leave, but he promised a way out.

How? Well that's another story. I'm not averse to breaking a few laws to getting out of here. The problem is, when he proposed some unsavory alternatives, my normally straightforward moral compass deviated a bit. His hypothetical reminded me of the genie and the chicken sandwich. He did't know what I was talking about. I just hope if we get three wishes, we don't immediately ask whomever to make us a chicken sandwich.