He nods. "We have some space set aside for visiting acolytes; I'll show you to it."

He leads them to a group of seven platforms: four bedrooms with two beds and two large cushions suitable for most animal companions in each, a small kitchen (the appliances are magical, but Nidela knows how to use them), a meditation space, and a large common room. Each of the platforms has a canopy in green silk, and the bedrooms have matching curtains embroidered with vines and flowers that can be drawn for privacy. "I'll have dinner brought to you here; do you have any requests?"

They do not. They compliment the rooms.

He accepts the compliment gracefully and leaves.

Nidela picks a room and a bed and flops on it.

Everything okay?

Cities. Ugh.

I'll be fine.

Agreed, he says.

I'm going to chill for a while.

I do want to check the library while we're here, most of the stuff about unicorn care is probably the same for horses, I might be able to find out if there's anything better to do for the injured ones. Not now, though.

Good idea. At some point, yeah.

Yeah.

You guys can go walk around if you want, I don't think they're going to be ready for us anytime soon. I'm about done for the day, though.

So they walk around. It's a pretty city.

It's a very pretty city. The elves stare at them, but mostly don't approach them, though once or twice a small child comes up and asks them a few questions before being called away by a parent. Many elves have animal companions with them, and some of those are similarly curious, but most of them are well trained to stay with their owners, and the owners of the remaining ones all keep a close enough eye on them to stop them from going too far.

After a little while, they find themselves in another shopping district, less impressive than the one near the city gates; there are instruments and pet supplies and food and clothing and hand tools and a tiny little shop with writing supplies and decorative plants and some not-very-impressive art and jewelry in wood and ceramic and glass.

They won't buy things unless they're legitimately pretty, but they can at least muster effusive compliments. And sing. 

The singing is met with awed silence.

Oh, good, awing people will probably only help with their goals here. They'll sing more.

They start to draw a crowd.

After a little while, the a couple of acolytes have stopped to listen. It seems that word has spread about them; the acolytes are curious about what this means.

They can start projecting images and memories of Valinor and the Valar to go with the songs?

Yes, yes they can. A susurrus goes through the crowd; several of the elves fall to their knees. One of the acolytes disappears - the druid needs to know about this.

Good? They're a little out of their depths here but 'make a splash, announce that the Valar disapprove of killing any people, even short-lived ones' was the general plan.

If they want to make their announcement before the druid gets here it should probably be soon.

No, seems better to have important people present for the announcement.

The crowd continues to grow. After half a hour - they must have been in a tearing hurry - a group of giant falcons bearing Imòla the druid, Nidela, and a few high-ranking acolytes soars in and perches overhead.

What are you doing?, sends Nidela.

We've just been singing about Valinor. They liked it and paid attention. 

If you want to work with the druid you can't make things complicated for him like this.

How is this making things complicated?

 We have gods, we believe in them - we don't interact with them, not even indirectly, and now he has to explain this.