You know, ancestors. People from before. Hey, you ignored all the signals and came straight in! Without so much as looking at the approach lanes! You're something strange so maybe you didn't know, I suppose.

He says something to the other lady, who shrugs and goes back to her desk.

Arion double checks to see if he didn't misunderstood anything. I not an ancestor and I am something strange, I think. I am not from here.

The concept of 'here' is very thorough.

...I am not equipped to deal with this. How about I just teach you basic air signals and you go somewhere else? Or stay here. If you won't cause trouble. Maybe I should go find the Mayor.

Arion shrugs. He also happens to send the mental impression of shrugging through the telepathy, so it's extra shruggy.

I guess I could try to teach you English. At least the basics. Until something else needs doing at least.

He starts doing that, beginning with the alphabet.

Sure, he will learn the alphabet. He probably won't come out of this conversational, but he will at least explain the telepathy bit.

Guard Guy doesn't bother asking him how he can do this weird telepathy thing.

Are you going to stay here long?

Probably not. But I don't know yet.

Well our laws apply even to adventurers. Just so you know.

Sure. Did I broke any laws besides the air courtesy ones?

Have you injured, raped, or murdered anyone recently? Didn't think so. But unless you want to read the full legal code, just use your common sense.

I have not. He guesses that he might have caused some harm during sparing sections, but he is not going to count those.

No destruction of property... No setting fires... No selling drugs... No lying when trading... That's about all you're really likely to run into, adventurer.

I don't even know how to make alcohol out of fruits. But thanks for letting me know. The name is Arion.

Hope you enjoy Kavsville, Arion. Now that you know air traffic rules, I have paperwork to do. He smiles with wry amusement/resignation and pulls his hand back. "Goodbye. Have fun."

"Thank you. Goodbye." He waves at the other two women and leaves.

Arion resumes walking around town. He tries to be discrete by not flying ...much. There is an awful lot of stairs.

Air traffic rules are really more about the space around the city than in it, anyway. Lots of stairs! Also lots of slightly swaying sloped roads, some ziplines, and an elevator or two.

He still causes stares and muttering, but not outright evacuation anymore. The path he's chosen seems to lead to poorer neighborhoods. Smaller, less well-built buildings. Gardens meant to grow things instead of look pretty. Lots of workshops and such.

One person is less hesitant to approach him. She was wandering the streets with a little balloon, a pack full of... Various things slung under it. Seems like a mobile shop? Her sign reads 'MISS FIX IT'.

"Hi! You look interesting. Have you got anything to do with the guard being called away earlier? Anyway, you look like the kind of guy who has something neat and technological that I could buy, needs something clever and mechanical made, or wants something broken fixed. I can provide all of these services and more! Opportunity is knocking."

Arion knows about poverty. In the abstract. To him the poorer parts look like the result of poor craftsmanship or lack of magic, which doesn't quite surprises him. People looking at him closely might notice that the ground beneath him is a tad cleaner.

"Hi." He only got half of that, but can make some contextual guesses. She is some kind of professional tinkerer. "I don't speak your language. Would you mind telepathic communication?" He raises his hand, the fingertips glowing for effect.

"Ooh, cool." She reaches out. How's it work?

Yes. Think of what you want to say. You're a tinkerer?

It doesn't really convey words, just the meaning behind them, but it gets the job done.

Yes, right in one. Gadgets, repaired and new, are my specialty. If you're an adventurer who found telepathy tech you must have some other cool stuff I could perhaps purchase, yes?

I don't have telepathy... tech? It's obvious that he doesn't know how tech could achieve telepathy.

You have telepathy. I mean, that's got to be some kind of Lost Technology. There's an almost mythic connotation attached to 'lost technology'. I've never heard of anything like this that wasn't ancient technology people have forgotten how to make.

I just do it myself. You had technology that could do magic?