[PQ] Let's get down to business

MORGAN

Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

Loren went to work on the weapons, and Morgan only watched after him for a moment before she was sure he could manage alright. He was capable enough on his own after all and she knew the Healer was a strong and accomplished mage. Sure enough, he was successful, pulling the weapons out of their rusted holds and putting them in a pile to be melted, not getting a single wound from the job.

Morgan began to shoot the wall with her water and Weaver came to help: between them they cleaned the wall, not entirely but enough to see it had been recently seen to, only a few clumps of moss left between the bricks every few feet. Enough that she could be happy with it for the moment (and the remaining moss would make a good task for picking out for misbehaving guards).

Unfortunately, Korbin was not so fortunate. Maybe it was because of his unfamiliarity with the guards or maybe he simply had been unlucky, but the teams seemed to be less than eager to engage with the competition and the parts of the field that had been seen to were scruffy, and easily half the space was still left to do. Looking around from her work, Morgan sighed and stepped forward, barking orders at her men to do better.

There would still be some work needed on that, but she figured it was best to have the finer jobs on the way too. "Those of you not helping with the field: I need someone to restuff the fighting dummies, then another to paint new targets on the boards over there." Morgan pointed to where some wooden boards lay on their side, buckets of paint in various colours on the side.

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No Order!

Someone needs to help Morgan and the Guards redo the ground!
Someone needs to restuff the fighting dummies with straw!
Someone needs to paint the targets!

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for