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There are a lot of Amentan countries. Vanda Nossëo representatives are dispatched to all of them. These Elves (two with black hair, one with silver) take a shuttle down from the lightleaper to a country called Calado, and radio ahead to request permission to land at a elegant modern spaceport.
okay by comparison Voa and Tapa look like thriving modern democracies
" - I guess pregnant women and their traumatized immediate family members living in a hotel on a foreign planet aren't really going to get up to a lot of crimes."
" - no, no, anyone who wants to stay can, just, we're not going to have lots of horrible things happening if they're too scared to report crimes, are we?"
Sigh. "Would it be more believable if we just said the punishment for nonviolent crimes will not exceed one local year in prison and the punishment for violent crimes will not exceed eight, except murder, for which you get sixteen."
"...so a thousand trillion is a quadrillion and a thousand quadrillion is a quintillion and a thousand quintillion is a sextillion. I would never dishonestly bill Vanda Nosseëo but emergency consulting is usually really expensive for a reason and you can ask for what you're worth."
"I can look up what someone got paid in a comparable situation?" She does that. She offers her eight thousand local money.
Mountain range somewhere! It's - it's sort of unfathomably pretty, the kind of pretty place you would get if an extraordinarily gifted and obsessive artist with planet-shaping abilities shaped the whole planet to their personal tastes. And they had good taste. She is looking out on some rivers and a valley and a meadow and there is not another living soul in sight.
