[Ginia nods. She grabs a plate and adds a few bits of roast chicken to it then leads them outside, finding a quiet spot not too far from the training grounds. Laika pads over, tail wagging happily. Ginia whistles for her dog to sit, then places the plate of chicken in front of her. There, one happy dog taken care of. Onto business.]

/L-A-W and I have been working on plans for an emergency alarm system, some way to alert the village of danger outside of the journals. We need something, or a combination of methods, that can be heard and seen from across the village and beyond./