Word of the needs of the Rememdium did indeed travel fast. The farmers that still entered and did business within Myrken brought word back, and of course, that word reached the ears of Ezekiel and Sarah Jones. For the second time, the grapevine was set into motion. Supplies were stockpiled upon the Jones farm, though a little less diverse this time; building onto the Edificium would be simpler than providing all the things that families would need. There were enough farmers with carpentry skills, Ezekiel Jones included, that they would manage alright. It would, again, be hard work. Hot work. But they could no more ignore the pleas of the doctor than the doctor could have ignored theirs. No help was turned away, by farmers at least. Ezekiel Jones could not guarantee that more brigands with crossbows wouldn't show up to shoot the Pritchies, of course.
So, once again, an army of farmers and supplies mobilized, rolling into Myrken and setting up camp nearby to the house of healing. The skilled men immediately began assessing the building and the surrounding land, to determine how best to expand it. One of their sons stepped inside to notify the good doctor of their presence, inviting him to come out and give his needs and suggestions when he has time.