Your summoned creatures get better loot than you do. You recall home to restock because you are out of reagents and find a grove of reapers have sprouted in your front yard. After a seemingly good day of hunting, you laugh all the way to the bank. And, when you get there, the teller laughs too. You do your best at crafting all day, go to the shop in town to sell your product and the vendors all say, "You have nothing I'm interested in".