Joan began to wake up from her sleep. Her energy was being restored as if she had a master. Yet that was not the only thing that woke her up, she felt something, a presence that felt somewhat similar to her own. "Ivy, I feel something similar to me, something holy. It seems to be coming from the Town." said Joan who got up and realize she was sleeping in a bed made of trees and plants. "I guess you made this bed for me. Thanks" said Joan as she then began to wonder her way to the village.