It's quickly agreed that these cultivators aren't part of the larger problem, which means our job here is done. The members that healed the wounded bring me their list of pills and medicines consumed, as I promised to replace them. I don't have many of the low grade items on hand, but I've got better versions, so I just swap them out, causing the volunteers to gloat at their good fortune and the others to curse their lack of foresight.
Unexpected rewards for service are a hallmark of the Shadowed Blade Elders, they build loyalty and motivation. But I'm an Elder in name only, due to the token I requested as a payment for pills, and it never occurred to many of them that I might have good things in store for those who jumped fastest to do my bidding.
We spend the remainder of the night at the farm, leaving very early in the morning to get back in the early afternoon.
