The bar was quiet that evening, most of the rowdier guests had not arrived yet. Professing weariness from the journey, the travelers went straight to their room.  Saliaven had brought quite a bit of money, and they didn’t want to stay in the common room.  Before going to sleep, Saliaven remembered on more detail.
“In addition to everything else, we must also go to the temple here and get the resident god stone.”
Vapor looked up “they won’t like that.”
“We need it, the entire power stone must be assembled to retract the shield.”
Most of them fell asleep quite easily.  Ash, however, had a nagging doubt.  He had once seen Saliaven sink an entire continent of people and pokemon out of anger.  Had his temper gotten the better of him this time?  No, Saliaven wasn’t a liar.  Secure in his decision, Ash too dropped off to sleep.
    Waking up wasn’t hard, since for all its professions of being a small town, Melder was quite busy and loud in the early morning.  Nevertheless, each one woke up to find Saliaven awake, dressed, and looking out the window.   Following his gaze, they saw the one thing that kept this town on the maps, the maps themselves.  At least half of it was devoted to the cartographers who came to dwell there.     
    “Our first stop would be to get the maps, I should think” Misty said after awhile. 
Saliaven looked up “they’ll be happy and interested to meet a group headed for the capital city.”
“Oh?”
“They don’t allow free entry without good reason.”
    Getting up from his seat, Saliaven motioned that they should follow him.  Leading them into the mapmakers district, he looked around for a place that looked like they would have very detailed descriptions of the continent.  Spying an establishment obviously larger than the others, he entered, motioning Blaze and Vapor to come in just ahead of him.  Looking up from a stack of papers he was examining, the little balding gentleman regarded the group with a mix of interest and stifled delight.  In a slightly gravelly tone, he said  “When the guard said that a group of travelers was coming for a map, I hoped they would stop here.”
Blaze stepped forward “Well met, Mr.?”
“Lori, head of the mapmakers guild in this city.  I expect you have already figured that out by the size of my store.  I also expect you know that my prices will be higher, so you must be looking for more than just directions to Cryshal-Yaananost.”
“You are correct, Mr. Lori.  We are hoping to buy something far more detailed than the usual.”
Saliaven stepped forward “We seek a map with the names of all the cities, town, villages, the safest roads between them, the names of the patron gods and the names of all the powerful magi, where they live, and just how powerful they are.”
“The very fact that you wish to travel to the city intrigues me.  There is nothing special looking about you.  Even the young one” he motioned toward Saliaven “could be explained by some of the more horrific things that occur on the open countryside.  Yet, you expect to be let in, and seemingly without trouble.  The people here treat us well, since we are the only reason people come, and I have little need of money.  Tell me your purpose for traveling, and I shall give you the map for free.”
Saliaven looked pensive for a moment “there is an antimagic field around this place?”
“There must be, the bandit wizards usually don’t have much more than simple fireballs, but I am a shop of paper, and even those are dangerous to me.”
“Then no one would sense magic use inside the store?”
“I am an unofficial scryer.  You figured it out.  I have to be to do my job.”
Saliaven nodded “then I will reveal our quest.”  He pulled out the Mark 7 and set up the ley field.  Before the man could figure out where all the mana came from, Saliaven resumed his normal age and clothes.  “I am Lord Chronotis, the head of the magi order.”
The man looked agape at the legend come to life “But you’ve been dead for fifty millennia.”
“Not dead, merely on a long trip.  I have come to right what I have done and what you have suffered.”
“I am one of the most open minded, surely you know that they will attack–“
“Let them.  They cannot harm me, but I will remain inconspicuous until I am forced to reveal myself.”
Handing him the map, the cartographer smiled “You have given me a story that is worth far more than this.” 
Saliaven turned back into a teenager “I am sure we shall meet again.  Hopefully when this place has been restored.”
“Then you will be taking our patron god’s stone.”
“I must.”
“It has protected us well over the centuries.”
“I’m sure it would.”
Saying their goodbyes, our group left the store.  Catching up, Ash asked “Why would theirs protect them so well?”
“The name on it.”
“Who?”
“Shiva.”
    Engraving a stone with the same name, and then enchanting it with spells that would make it look like what they would steal took a lot out of Saliaven, who was using only the ley, and trickling it in at that so no one would notice.  The temple was empty when they walked in, which was a boon, and they switched the stones with no trouble.  The guard waved at them as they took up their cart and went on their way.  “Where to now?”  Misty asked.
“Back to the TARDIS for a while, they will be sending a messager to the nearest city, telling them we are coming.  We must arrive after, or it will look suspicious.”
“Why?”
“He’s on horseback.”
“What’s a horse?”
“A ponyta that is not on fire and can by any natural color.”
“Oh.  What attacks does it have?”
“I really need to give you some more information about where we are.”
    Reaching the TARDIS, Saliaven gave the opening code, and they re-entered their base.  The pokemon met them as they entered.  “All went well then?”  Pikachu asked.
“Indeed.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be using the TARDIS’s magic cloak to start making the stone replicas.  Each one will be different based on how powerful the magic users in the city are, since the more powerful they are, the more features they can unlock, and the more enchantments I have to do.”  Poring over the map as he walked, Saliaven went to his lab to work.