It is a curious fact that Secret Meeting Places come in all shapes and sizes. On his own part, Lemony could no longer count all of the ones he had known, but there were still several that were quite memorable: a Turkish coffee parlor in Memphis, the space in the shaft above an elevator in a well-known hotel, even a cardboard box that had once held an industrial refrigerator. But as he finally made his way through the last of the forest path toward the rebels' secret base, he knew that it was already reserving itself a place upon the memorable list... If not perhaps for the form, but for the cause it supported. Of all the things he had rallied for, the defeat of angels would not feasibly have appeared on his personal list, before now. Even so, he ducked inside and prepared to both learn, and be queried...

(Open, come meet the new guy if you haven't already, or chat him up if you have!)