There is a larger one that stands out, surely a chieftain or one of the leaders among the druids to have been such a large will-o'-wisp. Aasgar starts to put the willy-corpse into the lantern, and finds that it is difficult. A nervous smile crosses his face as he starts to press against the malforming, spongy body that still sticks out. Everyone is staring at a now-sweating Aasgar, who probably tries to cut the tense silence with a nervous laugh and goes back to trying to force the will-o'-wisp body into the lantern, all eyes upon him.

"That-" says a curt voice from Mossmoon, "was sister Chatterchew. She was a gourmand and a large woman, who in turn was a larger will-o'-wisp. May I suggest one of our smaller members?"

Aasgar now has to work to pull the rubbery-spongy corpse-o'-wisp out of the lantern, and "she" is just as difficult to extricate. Another nervous smile to all with an "I got this" vibe and Aasgar finally tears the corpse out, one half of the sphere dangling wanly to the other.

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He daintily puts the mutilated corspe on the ground and pats it for good measure, before picking up a decidedly smaller corpse, placing it in the lantern.

As soon as he does, the lantern lights a lambent blue glow, with a directed beam of light to the west.