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When Elise got back to the village of Pounce, it was early evening. She got a pot of beef vegetable stew going on the stove, deciding to give Pita a hand since she had no idea how long he was going to be, then went out onto the front porch to relax one of the rocking chairs with a bit of embroidery. She’d been making some dire beaver patches for the new recruits who were about to become full members. Astredian got back to the base shortly after her, but seemed preoccupied, heading over to the barracks to grab Larkin for a chat in his office. An hour passed; Pita and Mercenades returned with an enormous stack of packages - which tottered precariously as Pita made his way up the steps of and into the guild hall. The stack was so high that Mercenades relented, and took a few off the top so t