He gives her a suddenly-very-worried look. Also he's confused why she's asking him when she's a wizard and he isn't (or not really, he picked up first-level spells at some point because Leareth thought studying both kinds would be valuable for understanding magic more thoroughly.) 

"I - don't know - I guess it would depend on your relationship with them? Aroden could've done it but he is not a wizard anymore, who would you ask...?" 

"I'm asking Felandriel Morgethai, in Andoran. I do not expect you to have researched this already; I'm curious how much of it you can infer from first principles. If I was to seek a commission from a great artist, I'd invite him here; if I were to seek the wisdom of a god, I'd go on pilgrimage to their domain. Which one is a ninth-circle wizard?"

"Hmm." It's perhaps made harder to think about by the fact that the main person who comes to mind as 'ninth-circle wizard' is Aroden, even though Ma'ar never met him as a human, and he's now literally a god but that's presumably not representative. "I...am not sure but it feels somewhat more correct to go to them? ...Also in this case it might be faster to do that. Is it an emergency - is Leareth in trouble -?"

"Leareth is fine. He is worried about Tadesse. It is not an emergency in the sense where we ought to rush, because Morgethai doesn't have Wish prepared today, I just asked. You're right, that in the typical case we'd go to him. Ninth circle wizards are rarer than rulers, and know it, and it is more important to rulers to stay on good terms with ninth-circle wizards than to ninth-circle wizards to stay on good terms with national rulers; they are not, as a rule, great diplomats, since it takes a hundred years of relentless study of magic to get that good, though intelligence compensates for many deficits. In general, the question of who goes to who is a signifier of who stands to gain more from association; the artist more than the KIng, the King more than the god. When you see something that looks unexpected from that angle it is often the case that there's something unusual going on."

"That makes sense. So - what are you going to do, are you asking him if we can go there tomorrow?" 

"Writing up proposed terms. Someone else is arranging for us to go there, hopefully. The inconvenient thing about going there is that there is not at all the best place to kidnap Tadesse to. I expect Tadesse to be either annoyed and potentially dangerous or in seriously bad shape, and either way I'd like him here. Hopefully, once we have met in Almas Morgethai will consent to come here." Aroden set up some very very nice shielded rooms that are not very like dungeons at all.

Nod. "Mmm. Is there anything I can help with." 

"I'd like you here tomorrow morning, you might be helpful for convincing Tadesse that he has been kidnapped by himself rather than by what I assume will be his first candidate, 'people who are not himself.' - also you should see a Wish, they're beautiful."

He nods, seriously. "All right." 

And the next morning she goes to Almas, and waits outside Morgethai's door in full sight of most of the attendees at his school of wizardry for sixteen minutes, which she is wholly sure is deliberate, and there is a quick negotiation.

Twenty minutes after that, Tadasse feels an extraordinary impossibly powerful magical tug, sudden and out of nowhere.

Tadesse feels it, distantly, and barely remarks on it, though on an instinctive level he still struggles against it, without success. 

He's no longer sure how long it's been since a grey invisible dawn saw them desperately fleeing downwind, fighting to shield the ship from the worst forces and keep it from ending up over on its side with his limited, fading magic - or how long it was after that when he failed, and they ended up capsized, the mast splintered, and wood still floats even with the hold full of water, and he still tried to shield his family, as they clung onto the hull - 

He ran out of reserves for shields or heat-spells a long time ago, and at some point he remembers, vaguely, taking the force of a wave badly and clonking his head on the hull, and since then he can barely keep track of which way is up.

He can't feel most of his body anymore, which is sort of nice actually. And he's very tired. He feels, at this point, indifferent to dying here and waking up somewhere else, as someone else; it was a gamble, sticking with Ekunde and his family, egging them on for the journey of a lifetime, helping them get this far alive. But the thing with gambles is that sometimes you lose.

(Ekunde is NOT indifferent and is screaming in their shared head, fighting for breath each time the waves sweep over their face -)

And the storm seems to be over, actually? He can distantly sense the swells but it's quiet, now, the waves sigh and gurgle rather than crashing. And there are voices shouting, distant yet near; that's Da, he thinks, shouting instructions to bail out water...

And then all of that goes away and he's somewhere else. 

Ayodele is holding onto her brother - or was, a moment ago, and now she's GONE and did she lose her grip, did the waves drag him away from her - she shrieks to her parents, MA DA HE'S GONE - 

A soaking-wet person lands in a heap in front of Carissa, stirs slightly, moans, stops moving. 

"Fix it," she snaps, she can channel positive energy but that doesn't actually fix 'drowning', and someone reaches down and taps him with Restoration, which should, and someone else darts off presumably to get a Velgarth healer, those have the enormous advantage they can see what is going on -

He coughs and rolls over, blinking, still wet and now shivering hard but his eyes are focusing better. "Where -"

Ma'ar kneels beside him. "My name is Kiyamvir Ma'ar," he tries, in the Predain tongue and then in Tantaran and then in archaic Kaled'a'in. 

"What." 

One of the Velgarth Healers rushes in, drops to the floor beside Tadesse. "...He's really cold, can we - heat-spell, dry him off, get him a blanket -" 

"Yes, do that!" She can give Ma'ar Tongues, so they can at least understand each other - hopefully that's the only reason why they can't -

A mage is summoned to the room at a run to provide a heat-spell, and someone else drapes a blanket over Tadesse. 

He sort of recognized the language, and he definitely recognized the name, but it was out of context enough that he didn't quite parse it. 

"My name is Kiyamvir Ma'ar," he tries again. "I - am you, from another world in the past - you're safe here."

Tadesse starts to sit up, finds that while nothing hurts and he can feel his fingers and toes again, he's still very weak. He gives up and slumps back. Focus. Think. What are the questions to -

"Where are we?" Ekunde interrupts. Tad, does this make any more sense to you... "My family. On the boat. My family. Where are they." 

Ma'ar twists to give Carissa a baffled, helpless look.