Polp speeds back to the party, leaving a brief faint trail of dust behind him (200 ft on Run actions). As he reaches their position he comes to a skidding halt in their midst and spouts forth a confusing flurry of words, too eager to divulge his information to make sense.
After a little while, though, the young shad snaps out of it and manages to deliver his words in a comprehensible tempo:
“The Eberronians are the champions chosen to find the Prophet! But they’re not sure about whether they want to be, they still just want to get back home to their world! And the ferrumach is an agent charged with this whole Prophet-business! But he discovered us, and M’rek had to tell him about the meeting in Ooze! And now the ferrumach wants the old man in the Greek temple to be tracked down, because he might be the Prophet himself, or some spy, and in any event he’s not telling the truth!”
… Eventually Polp will recount all that has transpired, all the while impatiently hopping from one foot to another, and looking for M’rek to catch up.
M'rek shrugs,
Go on already, go on with your secrets, I'm out of here.He trods back to the group and reports his mishaps...
nothing left but to trod on to our gatetown I think...