The flatbed truck and the BMW arrived at roughly the same time at the Inglorious Hotel.
Deimos leapt off the flatbed truck and bolted into the hotel.
"Captain Milos, the Pelvanida group, Hans, Werner and Franz are safe. Furthermore, a truck driver helped at least twenty civilians to safety. He's outside the hotel," he said.
Mr. Bigmouth looked at the civilians rescued by the trucker that were filing into the hotel. He then warped back into the Great Valley.
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When he arrived, back at the grove, weapons production was still going but it was slowed down. There were weapons everywhere he looked.
He then bolted out of the grove and headed for the Thundering Falls Lake. There, Grandma and Grandpa Longneck were eating.
"Mr. Bigmouth, is there some thing to report?" Grandma Longneck asked.
"There is indeed," he said, "we have refugees and we are running out of safe places for them to stay."
"We may have enough room in the Great Valley to hold them."
"No. We are not letting these 'things' stay in the Valley!" Mr. Threehorn said.
"Mr. Threehorn, be reasonable, they lost their homes and they need a place to stay. And besides, Mr. Bigmouth said that they are only the size of a Fast-Runner. We have more than enough space," Grandpa Longneck said.
"No means no."
"Mr. Threehorn, I am sorry but you are overruled," Grandpa Longneck said, "We made a promise to help them and we must not go back on our word,"
Mr. Threehorn grumbled. "Damn you," he muttered,
Mr. Bigmouth then teleported back to the Inglorious Hotel.
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Back at the Inglorious Hotel, the rescued civilians were milling around the lobby. Some were trying to sign in.
"Stripetail," Mr. Bigmouth said, "I have arranged for the refugees to stay at the Great Valley temporarily."