"They're all nemos."

"Can't we be tortured by the Witch-Queen of Athaka again instead?"

"I'd be happy to go back on the road."

"There's no need to go to extremes."

They approach the rebels' city again.

It's not even a city, really. It would be a stretch to call it a village. There's a half-burned-down forest, a van with an on-fire hot dog sculpture on top, two small houses, and a river.

"Nemos."

"If we're here for a while we can fix it up."

Secure locations for weapons?

In the van is what is clearly a precious object: a black metal box, engraved in purple and green. Everything else he's seen of the rebels' has seemed cobbled together, but the box is unblemished by wear or tear, and it gleams.

"It recognizes who's opening it," Wilbur explains proudly, "so anything you put in it, nobody else can take out. --You can go on and test it with me first if you want, before putting your valuables in it."

"That's fascinating. How does it work?"

"Oh, you've got him started."

"....I don't know," Wilbur admitted. "It's a family heirloom. There are a few others in nearby areas. The story is that they were smuggled out of another dimension before a god closed the door to it, and since then everyone who's gone looking for them has either given up or gone missing. Dunno how much stock to put in them, but I'm inclined to believe it."

"Hey Pickman."

"Absolutely."

"....You just joined, can you please wait until after helping us win the war before leaving over a rumor."

"Not right now! War first, then adventures in alternate dimensions."

"Works for me."

"So. What to now?"

"...Whatever you want? I can introduce you to everyone, or show you the farm, but there's not--I don't exactly run this place with an iron fist, basically everyone just does what they want."

"Let's meet people."

"I'm not meeting people until they're delicious, delicious corpses."

After some thought, Pickman decides the only thing worthy of sketching here is the box. 

"I'll introduce Randolph Carter to everyone, then, and you can stay here. You already met Tommy, so that'll just be Tubbo, Fundy, and Eret."

"Interesting names."

"They chose them themselves. Except for Tommy."

"Yeah, I kind of thought no parent was so cruel as to burden their child with the name 'Tubbo.'"