"That works for me."

Coin! This guy apparently just has at least ten gold coins lying around in his wallet??

"That a yes to the introduction? We have a group thing Nendas* nights."

*i.e. fourth day of the week, i.e. tomorrow.

"That's - tomorrow evening? My tomorrow evening stands free, I can attend."

"It's 8pm at the Goodsworth Inn, Sixth Street. You can wait at the reception and I'll pick you up. Say you're waiting for Yarrow if they ask what you're doing."

"If I might use your table for a moment I'll write that down."

Sure. Yarrow will drag Eshur onto the couch so he stops hovering, and play singleplayer peekaboo with the window. Risha calmly drinks her water.

Blai pulls out his ink, makes himself a little schedule, puts it all away.

"I presume you have important business to be on, so I won't keep you with pleasantries," Yarrow says.

        "Don't be rude!" hisses Eshur.

"I'm being not rude."

                "Please ignore them," says Risha.

"...They say they won't keep you from your business," Dross translates.

"Thank you."

And he bows a little and departs, heading for the magister's.

It's actually a long building conjoined to the Mage's Guild, though rather different in architecture: more stark and scholarly compared to the opulence of the Guild building, and inside lit by crystal instead of floating magic lights. The reception will point them in the direction of [Arcanist] Arxam's office. 

"Dross, your Share Langauge will be wearing off soon, and I shouldn't have you translating as regards the headache problem anyway; after you've introduced the idea of the spell to the Magister you can consider your job complete."

Nod. Darn, he was kind of hoping he'd be rehired for the day—still, six gold is huge for a day's work, and he feels good about it.

"I only prepared one Share Language today and plan to offer it to the magister but might need a translator tomorrow and would be interested to engage you again if you're available."

He brightens. "I'll be available. Should I find you in the morning, same time as today?"

"I think so, yes."

The magister's door is open when they get there. His office looks like a librarian's workspace than the stereotypical wizard's. No knickknacks or crystal balls in sights, no dusts or gemstones or wands, just—shelves full of books and scrolls and a desk stacked with ink-stained papers. There's a window with a nice view of the garden.

The [Arcanist] himself is a pale yellow-scaled Drake in understated robes. He's writing a letter, but looks up when he detects visitors.

"Good morning. Is this a bad time?"

"No, just busywork. Come in and close the door behind you? Give me a second to finish my sentence and I'll be with you."

A bit of pen scratching, and then he puts the letter away in a drawer.

"So what brings you here?"

"The other day I was explaining some things about my spellcasting abilities and background to a Watch officer and some of the things I said gave him a headache. If you would be interested in poking at the edges of this phenomenon I would like to cast Share Language on you so we can talk directly and send my translator out."

"I'm not sure that's my area of expertise—possibly you want an expert on curses—but we don't have any of those here in Liscor, so you may as well try me. I must admit I'm intrigued."

"I don't believe I'm cursed; nothing of the kind ever happened on my home planet."

Dross can't actually translate "planet" because the concept doesn't exist in the common language. He'll go with "world" instead.

"You say you're from a different world? This isn't a practical joke, is it? You look human."

"My world has humans."

"Well, who am I to question that, I suppose. I don't suppose you've got proof of this?"

He's got a letter on him!