He took his time, swimming to each tribe and informing the leaders as to what the 'god wanted of his followers'. It took a little longer than two hours after he misspoke to one leader, and had to quickly explain what he had really meant, but in the end, all of the tribes were preparing and heading out to meet the 'attackers'. He then slowly headed back to the others, his mind and body exhausted, and just wanting to doze for a week or three. He was fairly certain his presence was still unnoticed by the already established and entrenched gods, and hoped it would stay that way.<br/><br/>Upon arriving back, he gave the party a tired wave before he set up the entrance to his home, and then let the others climb in before dragging his tired butt up and pulling the rope up with him. He sat down at the table, and wearily rested his head on one hand, before taking a micro nap to re-energize himself.