The first plan failed, and Ange quickly prepared a second one, but it required waiting for new buds to grow, and the entire process was very slow.
As Ange squatted, watching the Elf Beans sprouts, waiting for the new buds to grow, Lisa's call came through the soul connection: "Lord, come and take a look, they have started fighting."
They had started fighting, the refugees from the Fallen Legion, and the desert dwellers. Fists and feet clashed, pushing and shoving one another, punctuated by lamenting cries: "You desert dwellers pick on outsiders. Not giving us anything, why so? Just because you came here first?"
The desert dwellers retorted angrily: "This is the desert. Everything here is precious. You waste this and that, even use our precious water to bathe? Get back to your cities, you lot."
Conflicts accumulated over the past month eventually erupted into a brawl.
