One line, two lines, then another were scratched onto the paper as Edgar pulled the pen across the surface. "I agree," he said, drawing a long horizontal line. "We patients all share a common enemy, one who is taking people by force. I know for a fact some of the captives aren't trained for combat- how can they protect themselves?"

Another line appeared on the page, followed by a few scribbled pipes. He bit his lip as the pen shook, pushing pain from his mind. He had more important things to do. He took a deep breath, resuming both his line work and his train of thought: "Those are the ones I'd fear most leaving behind. They're not my people, but I still feel the need to help those who may not be able to help themselves. That's why I'm putting my strengths to work."

Edgar was drawing the blades now, nearly finished with his sketch. "Before we crossed the wall last night, Gren and I decided to take a look inside the shed in the courtyard." He grinned, already pleased with his new idea. "Tell me, Guy: do you know what a lawnmower is?"