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The Journey back had taken weeks longer than expected since the disruption to teleportation magic had started.
The wave that hit the land was suddern and disrupted anything conjured and having your horse vanish underneath you while your galloping along proved to be a very painful one.

Still he'd made it here finally and he intended to have some strong words with Thod, and also report the Pharasma Priest's were involved with what was happening.
Hopefully Thod hasn't just been sitting on his arse and has noticed enough to be investigating on his own but the chances of that were slim because once Thod had something to do all else gets overlooked.

Tiddlepod stepped into the alley from the recessed cellar bar entrance , beer foam dripping from his head onto his soaked shirt.

‘Well that went better than I thought it would ‘ thought Tiddlepod , ‘ He’d never of wasted good beer if he wasn’t in a rathole bar, no he’d of used a stool or table.’
With a gesture wisps of steam start to rise from his clothes leaving behind clean and dry cloth as the stains shrank in size , the process of cleaning reached his hair by the time he had reached the main thoroughfare.
‘I knew he’d say no but would Theodum believe me No!, still Basilican had agreed and the other two were interested and are going to volunteer but they aren’t in a hurry to do so. Who can blame them really, they know Theodum, it’s always the end of the world if it’s not done right that second for him.’

Walking down the street passing various groups of both locals and adventuring sorts ,having to occasionally dodge aside from those that don’t look down eventually reaching a more open staging area.
‘That’s weird ! that’s the third group of Pharasma priests I’ve seen today and I saw two yesterday ,I wonder what they’ve got in those covered wagons.’ Turning to a labourer loading a wagon.

“Hey mate what’s with the priests and wagon’s.”

“Not sure ,but I heard one saying there going to Greenbark and another one to Stoneford better them than me.” Said the labourer moving off to gather another sack.

‘Well ! well ! that’s interesting Stoneford and Greenbark are on the outskirts of the river kingdoms just like the places the one’s yesterday were going it’s almost like the Pharasma Priest’s are circling the river kingdoms, but why, Theodum will want to hear about this maybe he knows more about what’s going on. I’d better get back to him quickly.’

As Tiddlepod left Theodum's study he pondered on their discussion, after all he had done for the Society now to be sent out as nothing more than a recruiter, he rolled his eyes and squeezed the scroll of instruction's he'd been given a little to tightly.

Getting to the Lodge's main door he paused and unravelled the scroll.
"I mean look at these name,"he addressed to the air " How am I supposed to talk these into volunteering I mean he won't for a start, Will he?" startling a passing servant who gave a sheepish look then shrugged and hurried on.

" Well I may as well start with Basilican at least I know where to find him."

With a gesture and word a seemingly spectral horse the size of a large dog starts to form infont of him. Mounting it the horse continues to grow in size and substance until Tiddlepod is sat upon a tawny brown light riding horse with a paler brown mane.
"The Broken Mug"
Responding to the destination given the conjured horse starts walking leaving behind nothing more than a light clip-clop of it's horseshoes on the cobbles.