Although Siena's meals usually consisted of a bowl of unappetizing slop, generously described as stew, Winger led her to the camp's mess hall. He shoved her into line. "Eat... but not too much." He tapped the butt of the painstaff on the ground for emphasis.<br/><br/>The entire camp was abuzz with activity. Much of it was sentient slaves being led around and put into position, with some cages of violent nonsentients being carefully moved as well. The energy was unusually high, and as a result, the magic in the area was swelling as well.<br/><br/>Winger looked up at Siena while they waited in line. He reached up and lifted one of her breasts. "How can you possibly move with any agility with such huge fat deposits?" he said insultingly. "Pixie girls are much more... aerodynamic."