Shoreline kingdom. It has skyscrapers by the water. It's exceptionally pretty and carefully designed and large segments are rubble. Newspapers suggest that the capital is Brithombar, fifty miles inland on the river. 

So Cam lands near that but not close enough to seem particularly threatening and then gets out and flies the rest of the way sans shuttle.

People are staring. People are kind of panicking, actually. 

Please declare yourself.

Please explain who you are.

We are happy to have guests but please explain who you are. 

Cam does not have telepathy and won't hear them. 

Yup he's got no idea. He lands near some staring people, puts his hands up.

Well, that calms them down slightly. "Hello?" someone tries aloud when osanwe clearly isn't going to do it. 

Cam calls up the most up to date version of the machine translation and plugs that in. "Hello!" his computer replies presently. "I mean you no harm."

"Have the Valar sent help?"

"No, help arrived in spite of them. I hear you're starving?" Cam makes an apple. "Want help with that?"

They stare.

"Do you want to talk to the president?"

"Sounds good."

"We're rationing gas, and it's a long walk. You could also just fly into the city, though you'll scare people less if you answer when they call out to you..."

"I don't speak your language, I'm doing machine translation."

"I meant when we call out to you with osanwe. Can you not hear it?"

"No, I do not have that particular model of cyborg implant."

"Are you not a Maia, then?"

"Nope. I'm a demon."

"Can you carry people? Someone could fly with you and explain that you can't hear all the guards begging you to stop and explain yourself."

"I cannot carry people in the air by wing, although I could go get my shuttle. Or just motorocycle in with somebody along."

"I have a car, the problem is gas rationing. Though if you can help with food maybe it's important enough to be worth it. Want to get in the car?"

"...I can do gas too," Cam says. "Where do you keep your gas tank in here?"

She gestures at the gas tank. "You can just make things."

"Yes I can! I'm very handy." Cam makes sure he knows where the gas tank is so he doesn't accidentally put gas anywhere else and he fills her up.

"The President is definitely going to want to speak to you." She gets behind the wheel of the car. "It's about twenty minutes drive from here."

"All right, seems like a reasonable tradeoff for knowing where I'm going and not scaring anybody." Cam folds up his wings real small and tucks his tail in and gets in the car.

"What's the translator? You are from Valinor?"