Where he waits around a bit.

Fëanáro draws a circle. 

"Yo. Wow that's a lot of languages."

"I've been aiming for one a month," he says. "It keeps me psychologically healthy. Aren't they beautiful? Tell me about the other dimension."

"Your alt hasn't already told you all about it? It's got a you and your whole family and also a me who's bizarrely married to the Maitimo there, and talking animals. The me has an impolite cat."

"He's talking to the third of me, I just got the memo." He raises an eyebrow. "The memo didn't say you were bizarrely married to the local Maitimo...I can see it, actually, in a society that had more functional options for relationships for my son than this one did."

"Uh, the me is actually a girl, if that's what you mean."

"Not exactly. But let's talk about something more interesting, the idiolects. I want to figure out the system that generates them and reverse-engineer it."

"I didn't learn any of them but your alt knows a bunch. And we're going to move some people to their planet to have kids there in case that gets them spirit animals, albeit mostly for spellbinding reasons and not idiolect research but no reason not to combine the two."

"Great. If there are other human worlds out there - and we've found two so far, it seems there might be - is it going to possible to develop a standard procedure for getting them up to speed, or are we going to need to improvise?"

"Improvisation seems unavoidable - different magic systems different tech levels, different cultures, about the only thing that's the same is the biology which means we don't have to reinvent medical science every time. We might be able to set up a sort of tech tree thing where we figure out where they are and what prerequisites they have for what else? But that wouldn't be human-specific."

"Alright. Then there's no real way to speed along the discovery and exploration process.

I am guessing from where the worldleaper sent you that it doesn't actually pick universes randomly. There's got to be some attractors at work and we're trying to determine what they are."

"Yeah, that occurred to us. We weren't anywhere near them - and I think it was luck that let us find their country first, I just thought the canals were cute - but it's weird."

"I mean, it makes sense we'll be ruling the most appealing country wherever you land," he says with a shrug. "But a world that has copies of you - unless most worlds do, and that'd be strange -"

"It's also odd that they were together, that Iobel wasn't born across the globe from the country your family happened to rule."

"Yes.

I really want to get some more worlds and some more data. Want Fannar to summon you first so you can get the idiolects?"

"They're not urgent, but if it's convenient may as well."

Back to Hell, back to Endore. The third Fëanáro's with this Fannar, teaching him Quenya with a touch of impatience.

Cam waves and gets out of their way.

And he searches his corpus for Thuringwethil in case there is some sort of information on her. Maybe she's registered to vote or something.

She isn't registered to vote.

There are stories about her, and some of them have a location mentioned - an island with an active volcano, just off the eastern coast of this continent. 

All right. He'll go thataway then.

She is on her volcano island, in the form of a cloud of bats. When she sees him coming the cloud of bats flies very rapidly at each other and turns into a person.

"How horror movie aesthetic," he says.

"It took some time to pull off; I was impressed and frustrated that humans had managed it without any magic, and then I learned that they fake the effects in their movies." She pouts. 

"How 'magic' is local magic, anyway, I genuinely can't tell it apart from sufficiently advanced technology."