Without waiting or giving a retort to Dwezzo's insult, you spun and raced out of the door. You were a mage, a typical one and you were not exactly known for your physical stamina, but you felt proud when you reached the guard post without immediately collapsing. “A gnome came by carrying potions for the patrols. What happened to the potions! Don’t tell me they’ve gone out yet.” You were frantically talking to one the remaining guards on duty. The gnome had gone off somewhere to spend his earnings, while the soldiers had indeed already begun the patrol.
Clutching your head, tearing your hair out, you paced around wondering what to do while the increasingly disturbed guard watched. “The Chronivac? No, no, no. I need to find them first. Does it reach far enough? Sorting through the scans takes too much time if I do it in the city anyway!” You noticed, stepped on, a fallen piece of parchment. Curious, you picked it up and saw that it was a map that held the patrol routes that must’ve dropped by a patrol member. “Perfect!”
Invigorated, you returned to your apartment to retrieve the Chronivac, stuffing the crystal ball in your robes and set out again. Dwezzo, deciding that he wouldn’t be part of this, had returned to reading and honestly barely noticed you tearing through the place.
The second wind didn’t last long outside of the city gates, but you had found your way into the forest and a few landmarks you could match to the map meant you weren’t far away from the actual route. Your attention was split on the crystal sphere scanning one of the other routes, senses honed so not even the tiniest mouse could escape your notice.
Which made the sudden appearance a the lake with a dozen gorgeous and naked women having an orgy before you all that more surprising. Tearing your eyes from that divine sight and flicking toward a placid group of owlbears. They had their fur scratched by nymphs taking a rest from fucking each other. Well, wood nymphs had a connection to nature and the animals so the immediate crises at least worked itself out.
And while you solemnly swore to that you’d return the guard and mercenaries to normal, alone with perhaps twenty desperately horny women was something very hard to pass up on.