Chapter 68: Becoming a platoon for true!
"We need a game plan," Dorian said as all eight of them were doing the walking in place exercise in front of the faucet back in the park. The poster looked faded, the words slightly smudged, but they had the habit of doing this here, and now that they were in the city, they came back to the faucet where it had all begun.
"I think we must first consider what guild master Alklair wants of us," Lilia chimed in. She was also walking in place. The Budding Lilies did not want to just watch as the Try Hard Party did their ritual. They were a platoon now. And platoons were a single, cooperative, unit.
"What do you mean?" Leander asked. Not even winded. He was going to weigh himself once they went back to the farm. To see if he had made progress.
"I mean, it is obvious that he wants the guild to follow his example," Lilia began, then she looked at the poster. "But there must be something more. We have to decode his vision. Or we will have to find a new guild."