"The others? Buggered if I know. They didn't really bother to keep me in communication. Took that commstone thingamajig and gave it to some girl who showed up out of nowhere. I could understand why, girl had a head full of rocks, she did. Could do some interesting things with magic, though. Let me show you."
Fiddler produces the dark-afflicted halfling corpse that he presumably did drag all the way over here.
"Said she was some godling or other. Wouldn't put much stock in it myself, truth be told, seemed more like a sorcerer. She believed it, I'd say, but that's hardly saying much. Other than messing about with this fellow here when I asked her to, she mostly just milled about and talked bollocks."
"But I digress. Point is, they gave her my commstone. And I was a bit busy making sure the festivities were in order and nobody was killing each other much, which is what I'd been doing the entire time I was in any reasonable proximity to the party as such. The others, meanwhile, were somewhere else. What they were doing is beyond me, truth be told, though nothing useful if the apparent results are anything to go by."
Fiddler remembers something suddenly, raising a finger.
"Oh, wait! I do know what happened to one! There was that whatever-the-fuck that was hanging out with the corporal, that one got its mind eaten by a satyr's magic pan flute. So you can safely not expect that one to return, I'd say, unless that brand of its makes that specifically possible. The others were out of contact, and I got separated from them when the ceremony got interrupted by those forces of nature we were warned not to interfere with. At that point I evacuated what lower guests were willing to follow me to a safe distance. And then, since I had no idea where the rest of the lot was, I supposed I'd best be returning here the way I came. The big battle was on, and that apparently could take days and there wasn't much chance of the wedding getting back on track after that."
"So that leaves what we did, which is try and figure out what the fuck those liaisons were talking about, then we rescued some weird plant children for a withered mother plant, then I set up some orderly games for the ornery guests to work out their mutual enmity through, calmed a set of humanoid cunts who decided to make an issue of things, failed to prevent a bunch of the poor guests getting stomped by a passing murder of frost giants (mostly on account of being busy with the cunts), then recommenced the festivities when the wedding began with a proper shitfight like the traditions demanded. Was a pretty good time, truth be told."
Fiddler shrugs.
"That's about the short of it. No doubt when the others get back they'll tell you more, unless they went and got themselves completely killed in my absence. Which I guess wouldn't be unusual. I mean, last mission I was on was in a regular town and somehow half of the twats either ate it or went missing, who knows what they'd do in the fey-infested woodlands. Worst case scenario, I brought at least equally competent replacements."
Make as full a report as Fiddler's memory permits.
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