The second barracks clear, the feasting begins in earnest. Most, if not all, of the possible meals are already unconscious; none of them wake up as, one after another, hungry mouths start pulling them into various stomachs to digest in relative peace without ever waking up. Even Ambrosia's elf is barely coherent as he slides over her tongue, soon to join other cultists gone by as fairy fuel. The byplay goes mostly unnoticed as the kitsune watches her former followers' devourment with something less than crazed concern. "Miria will do, dear," she says with a flick of her tail and her wrist.<br/><br/>[[All heals process; I will tote up XP when I have more than a few minutes to myself! This is also why update is TERSE/DELAYED. Apologies!]]