[Lexia's Farm | Time XX:XX] Sylvia ignored the man, flipping through her book until she came to a page with unknown scrawlings. Goblin perhaps? The next two pages contained similar markings, so she'd guess so. Craning her neck, she mouthed a silent prayer for the 3, wishing them peace. This wouldn't be the first time a part of the departed was found in her book. Her understanding of precisely how it worked was marginal at best, but the least she could do was see them off with a proper prayer. Wandering over to the ashes of the third goblin, Fiona fashioned a shovel head out of light at the end of her sceptre. In a moment, she had buried the remains underground, and all that was visible was a bit of upturned dirt. She gave a slight nod to the east, and murmured, "Thanks for the compost." Fiona returned the sceptre to her side, and made her way to Lexia. After she had assured herself that there were no major injuries, Fiona finally turned to the fat man. "I don't have a clue who you are, but at least you should have some sense of decency. These," and here she gestured to the dirt that held the remains, "these creatures disturbed us much earlier than usual. Best hope your army can wait for my morning meal." Fiona turned on her heel and shambled into the treehouse, muttering as she left, "So hungry..." The man grumbled. Then frowned. Then grumbled again. Finally, he handed out 3 wyrm meat sandwiches, which he had obviously intended to eat himself. "You'll get a proper meal when you get there, but we have to go. You can eat as we walk." Lexia ignored the man for now, grabbing a few clumps of moss from her tree. She went to each goblin grave in turn, put a clump of moss on it, then blessed the moss so it would grow faster. The moss quickly took hold and within a few minutes enveloped the mounds. The moss would help with decomposition, and would also help to spread the nutrients around rather than keeping them in that one clump. Lexia then went to the man as Fiona stormed away and said, "Sorry about her. She's not exactly a morning person." She glanced over at Sylvia, doing her usual post-battle ritual.. "I'll go fetch Fiona, We'll leave as soon as Sylvia's done with her prayers." The man offered her a wyrm sandwich, which Lexia declined. "Sorry, I don't eat meat. I'll get an apple from my tree on the way." After a short minute or two, Sylvia walked over to the portly stranger, keeping a fair distance of about 4 meters. "D-did you just say the front lines," asked Sylvia timidly, her soft voice difficult to hear over the distance? "I'd be honored..." Sylvia's eyes constantly dodged the man's gaze, as if meeting them would physically harm her. Instead her eyes fell on the sandwhich being offered, "um...no thank you. I-I'm not very hungry," she lied, more for the sake of keeping her distance than anything. Inside the treehouse, Fiona was sitting on a small footstool, carved directly from the tree's body, absentmindedly munching on a soft bun. The front lines... where are they in front of? Pssht, anyway, who has a meeting at this unearthly hour? She sighed. I know, I know, it's for the town. Ooh, I wonder if they have any cool weapons... She finished her meager meal, surprised that she hadn't actually been too hungry after all. I guess it's for the best, Fiona thought, gazing out a framed window toward the sunrise. The man seemed quite happy to keep the sandwiches, and he wolfed down the ones he had left, but then he seemed to remember something, and started waving his arms around frantically. "We're really, really late!" he shouted. Lexia walked up to her tree, putting a hand on its bark. She asked it for a few apples. The tree obliged, with the help of Lexia's magik. She took the apples inside, and tossed one to Fiona. "For energy. I have a feeling today's gonna get even busier than it already has been. Now come on. The silly man seems to be in a bit of a hurry." Catching the apple gratefully and biting down, Fiona gazed back and Lexia, considering her for a few moments. Then she sighed again. Yielding to Lexia's advice, Fiona rose and followed her back outside, where the pudgy man was hopping from one foot to the next in impatience. "Well... ready to go, I guess." Fiona twirled her scepter, and stuck it under one arm. "Lead the way." Sylvia watched as Lexia went off to grab Fiona. She came far more willingly than expected, Sylvia had imagined Fiona needing to be forcefully dragged, but maybe she just didn't have the energy this early? As they returned, Lexia extended her arm, holding an apple, which Sylvia happily grabbed. "Thank you," Sylvia said, digging into the apple with surprising speed. "I'm ready, I guess." The man hurried off with them, him running, and the rest having to jog occasionally. Eventually, they reached a large building, containing various people, many of whom seemed to be new recruits. One of the men in the room, who owned a sword that the three young women instantly recognised as a weapon grown with magik, addressed the fat man that they had been brought there by. "Thank you very much for bringing them here, despite being late, I must thank you for doing me such a favour. Now I hope you'll understand, but this meeting is only for fighters on the front lines." "Of course." The fat man said, bowing respectfully and exiting. The man gestured for the three women to take their seats.