She stood in front of the pile of grain, eyeing it up and down before turning back to face the small group. Among them, Strength didn't appear to be readily available. There was Arthur who had obvious muscle but everyone else seemed thin and slight. Looks could be deceiving but they had a lot of grain to move and not a whole lot of time.

It took a few seconds for her to figure out the best way to do it but eventually she began to move the large bags, taking them from the top of the stack and carrying it over to the opposite corner. The bags were larger than her tiny frame but she could be strong if she just put a little magic in it.

"The door is this way." She stated calmly before grabbing another bag. Two bags in and she's huffing and puffing but she doesn't stop. There was a lot to move.