I expect you to land in deep space somewhere and then make yourselves a lightleaper. Technically a chance you'd land in a sun but it's negligible. If you'd rather make a new Maitimo when you get there you can do that too, I am just very excited about diplomatic contact with aliens and want them to meet the peoples of Endore as well as you. 

If the destination doesn't have itself mapped how am I going to find anybody even if I discover their existence?

Binary search with conjuring.

Why didn't I think of that. Okay. After the conference.

Have a nice conference.

Cam goes and has a nice conference. Including a delicious menu at lunchtime. Who's sitting with him today?

People honestly mostly kind of avoid him. Thauron waves.

Yes well fuck you Thauron. He'll just go looking for Maitimo then.

Maitimo's sitting with a few people from Brithombar who are only slightly awkward when Cam joins them. "Have you checked your mail?" Maitimo says brightly.

"Yeah, did you get the same memo?"

"I did! I want to come along, can I?"

"Come along where?" Findekáno says behind Cam.

Maitimo grins at him, a bit reservedly. "We have interdimensional travel."

"Oh, congratulations. Are you going to Hell?"

"We do not have targeted interdimensional travel. We're going fuck-knows-where and bringing them up to the modern age as fast as we can."

"Or learning from them," Findekáno says, sitting, "it is possible that they'll look at us and go 'you poor souls what kinds of centuries-out-of-date lightleaper even is that". 

"Ooh, that would be fun," Cam opines.

"Wouldn't it? There's a bit of an exploration-exploitation tradeoff," Findekáno continues, "seems like maybe we should be hopping around to higher tech before we start bringing people up to speed - I'm thinking in particular that we've got no chance of curing mortality in aliens with current medical tech -"

"We've got Cam, though, no one else has got Cam. Could be that the high-tech aliens will think we're provincial children but also, hey, provincial children who can prevent the heat death of their universe."

The people from Brithombar are shaking their heads at the two of them. "Noldor," someone mutters.

"Well, absent targeting it's not a tradeoff we get to make purposefully," Cam says, "unless we want to visit a bunch of random places and leave outposts in them and then sort."

"Let's do one place first," Maitimo says. "get a better sense of what we're doing, and then figure out how we might sensibly scale - and scaling's going to be constrained by the number of interested demons anyway, this is a wholly demon-dependent interdimensional travels scheme."

"Yeah, one first sounds good to me."

"Can we come along, though?" Maitimo says. "We shall handle problems where there's no demonic comparative advantage and suggest Valinor tech you don't know about that might help various alien species, and otherwise stay out of the way."

"Yeah, you can come. How many are you each up to now, I don't remember off the top of my head."

"There are six of me," Maitimo says smugly. "Seems to be the size at which we coordinate best but if we're eventually ruling an empire that spans several dimensions I may need a few more."

"Four," Findekáno says. "Why?"

"Just curious. Do you have nicknames or just try to be interchangeable?"

"We all pick names, being interchangeable would mean you couldn't specialize very usefully," Maitimo says. "I should really have extended you an invitation to visit Himring sooner, seeing it thrive is... it helps."

"Sounds nice."

"Shall we go make contact with another dimension?"

"Right now?"

"No, but if we're going soon I want to hand off some post-conference plans."