With nothing to do but wait for Wido to heal, the Lemmings hung around Fikaby like a bad smell. They could have done something more useful with their time, but really could not be bothered. Still, the locals enjoyed their stories and were happy to feed them, so things were not bad at all.
The fed Wido tonic and took him to the healer, which helped. Lysanthir spent time studying. He could feel himself becoming cleverer by the second and was roundly teased by the other Lemmings for his sudden use of even longer words than usual. He went off in a sulk to the market where he sold more of their loot and bought vital supplies.
After that, the Thrappled Lemmings retired to the pub to fortify their souls before they returned to the Temple.
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