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.
"Does Calado in fact not have laws."
"I think they might have, like, 'do what important people say' as a law, at least in practice?"
"That's terrible."
"We shouldn't be judgmental of other cultures."
"No, that's just terrible. Uh, the courts take into account what sentencing is considered appropriate for the species - I assume there are some countries here where kidnapping is against the law -"
"Yeah she's going to be in more trouble than you," he says, nodding at the senator. "By a lot. What else could it have been exactly."
Sigh. "So then they'll probably just make you take the class on illegal orders and maybe encourage you to move somewhere that has laws and lawful procedures."
"So, I seriously don't do diplomacy - I breed and fly giant winged firebreathing lizards, that is how much I don't do diplomacy - but there are like two hundred forty Vanda Nossëo member states that accept immigrants and if you'd want to leave you could just make friends in illegal orders class and then go home with them."
"They can come too? By 'no one will swap into Calado' am I to take it that the other countries on this planet suck less?"
Nod. "Okay. Well. Our courts don't want to ruin anyone's life. People need to know that you will regret trying to kidnap and coerce our citizens, but they will take into account that you could not, actually, have known that, and you didn't hurt anyone, so you're almost certainly not going to go to jail. Not talking to you," he adds to the senator, offhandedly. "If you need to reach us for some reason you can write things on any of the pieces of paper on this notepad and we'll see them, okay?" He takes the notepad from one of the other Elves. It has a line of pretty Quenya at the top. He hands it to a grey.