Draiss grinned, and gestured for his companions to take a seat. "Lets just say that you got caught by a paranoid person with a powerful psionic ability to rewrite your memories. I undid the workings, but there will be some confusion until your mind adjusts. Anyone hungry?"<br/><br/>He gestured to the waitress, one of the few locals, along with the innkeep and two others in the inn. After they had gotten their meals, he continued. "You were gone for almost a week before I got notified, and I came here. I found and dealt with the source of the problem. So..."<br/><br/>He would have continued, but he suddenly got interrupted mid-conversation for the second time that day.<em>Sir, emergency class 05, report to the forge/shield world, immediately. Current defenses are failing, and assistance is needed immediately.</em><br/><br/>He sighed, and stood up, throwing a few coins on the table. "Something came up again. Head back home immediately when done. I need to know everyone is safe."<br/><br/>He stepped out of the tavern, and then into an alley, before portalling to his forge world, the plane that he had destroyed and was going to tear apart for defense, and looked around. A second later, he was teleporting to the structure that the surveyors had found, and wondered why it was still standing, when everything else was not. The ziggeraut was normal looking to normal senses, except that his divine senses were feeling thousands of interweaved spells on it, turning away all but the most determined, and the majority of them also containing something within. He headed inside, a long spiral corridor in three dimensions, working up and in, then down and out, before finally cutting back inward and slightly upward, the corridor stopping with a drop into the only room. As he walked along the passage, several of the outer enchantments seemed to vanish, and he realized that this was what his emergency message had been about. He dropped down into the main room, and looked around at the survey team, confused at the apparent lack of urgency in the shadow stalkers. "What is the emergency?"<br/><br/>The leader had been approaching him, but his question made all eight of the surveyors pause and look up, the drones continuing their work. After a moment of conferring with each other, the leader turned back to him, and shook its head. "No emergency was issued sir."<br/><br/>He paused, as he felt enchantments on the outside fading, unease bubbling to the surface of his mind. "I got a notification of a class 05 emergency on the forge/shield world, specifically mentioning the structure. So unless there is some plane killing force trying to tear this place up, that warning should not have been issued."