Our last pair of socks was on Milton's feet when he got attacked by that snow sabertooth. Since then, he's lost his feet. And our socks.

I've sent a report to Everfrore Keep — again — but I doubt they'll send more stock.
There might be some in the hidden chest behind the gong on the roof, but jumping across to the planks and squeezing through that hidden door is such a pain...
I'll just tell the others we're all out. It's not like Milton needs them, anyway.