"Ah hah hah. Yes of course I'll eat you last rude little one." Tove lied as she gave a large fang filled smile towards Isias and mentally put him on the top of the list to eat.
Tove assisted the healing of people with her flesh magic and polymorphing. Certainly a master of healing and a master of the body could cure any wounds when working together!
Once the people of the camp were healed to whatever low standard they managed to achieve. Tove said to whatever other members of the group were still around and alive "Now then. Once again I'm going to head an expedition with an eye towards natives. This time however, we know where they are, so hopefully we won't get so lost. Also one of 'ours' is going to die if we fail to convince them of our superiority. Anyone who thinks they will be helpful are welcome to come. But be warned that the likely outcome seems to be quite violent. So make sure you have a stomach for slaughter."
Tove headed off to the fishman village to make contact with them. If they are hostile start smashing heads with enchanted muscles and use flesh+polymorphing to defend myself via ether turning them into something less then impressive combat wise, or by simply ruining their bodies by removing and swapping around important bits. If this fight breaks out I'm not against subjugating them via violence, if possible given their numbers and strength and whatnot, if not hopefully I can at least save what's his face. Hopefully though I can manage to establish a dialog with them. And by that I mean ally their fears long enough for me to secretly cast spells of flesh using polymorphing, mind, and seduction to instill within them their brains a deep desire to serve me. Ether way, number one priority is... *Sigh* saving Harry Kelln (number zero priority is of course not getting killed or captured myself
((Well, there you go guys, 1-2 people down, time for some waitlisters to get in.))