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.
Sigh.
They discuss it later. "It's - possible that this isn't actually what the reds would prefer? Like, we don't want to be in the position of taking a stance for their sake that hurts them - we could ask them, if they overwhelmingly prefer membership without voting rights or something that I can imagine a court carving out an exception for -"
"...I guess..."
" - you're allowed to visit them, right, if you wear the plastic covers and do the shower afterwards -"
"Yeah, you are."
"So we could go ask."
Elves venture into a Rivikni red district.
"We're scaring them."
"Yeah."
"If they wanted to talk they could have written into the channel."
"Not if they thought something bad would happen to them."
"If they thought something bad would happen if they wrote something we could read they're not going to just talk to us."
"Maybe not today or this week but - I don't want to just write this country off as a stupid backwater that hates reds more than they want kids until -"
"Yeah, sure, we can stay. They'll probably get less scared over time. I'll ask about regular food deliveries." She does that.