"The best farseer and precognitive in the galaxy. At best, if he shows up, he'll be all 'oooh~ you arrival was fated~', at middle he will manipulate us into helping out the fate of Ulthwé at the expense of our own, at worst he will do both."

"I think I know the type."

"That's something, at least."

They are lead into a great dome, full of towering crystalline trees. There's an Aeldari man in there, wearing rich black-and-bone robes and carrying an ornate staff. He seems to be... talking to the trees?

He turns to face them, and waves off the woman acting as their guide.

"Greetings. I am Eldrad Ulthuan. You're arrival was expected."

There's a muffled "Godsdamnit" from Zerri.

Polite diplomacy smile! She is bad at being sincerely diplomatic, but if he's not too perceptive she is good at being very generally charismatic.

"It's good to meet you! I am Liliane d'Aigle."

He is hard to read. At the very least, there is mutual polite diplomacy smiles going on.

"I must admit, your arrival--" the emphasis makes it clear he is not talking about her arrival on Ulthwé "--greatly disturbed the skeins of fate. I do believe you are not from this-- reality, I think you would call it?"

"We usually say planes of existence, though this is a bit farther from home than normal I think."

"Do you have any idea how it may have occurred?"

"Snake monster with a mirror for a face! It seemed to be trying to eat me, and, presumably, failed. Though interplanar teleportation might be its chosen method of getting people to go away, too."

"Hmm. Giant snakes teleporting people between planes is a bad portent. A little too much like the Great Enemy for my tastes. Though there may be little we can do if it stays in 'your' home plane."

"It didn't feel particularly fiendish, at least, or at all great-power-adjacent. Might've just been a strange magical beast, my home plane has things with odd powers like that sometimes."

"If that is the case, that is less concerning."

"Ulthwé would be happy to attune soulstones to your crew in exchange for the rest. Though after that, I would request that you leave."

"Wouldn't want us being a bad influence now, would you."

"I have no objection to leaving."

The attunement process takes some time, but after that, the crew leaves Ulthwé and heads back into the Webway.

"Thanks for all your help," Zerri says, fiddling with the gemstone around her neck. "The whole 'not being eaten by an evil god' thing is much appreciated."

"It's no problem. I have a general objection to gods eating people, after all."

"Can't really fault you for that."

"It's a very objectionable thing!"

"It is. And the sooner it's not a thing, the better!"

"Definitely. So, what's the next step?"

"Well, with being-eaten-after-death off the table, we could run round being piratical-- though as you are a paladin, we should probably do something else.

We can try and work out how to get you home, and open up the resurrection-and-artificial-diamonds trade. If there's a way from your world to ours, there's probably a way to go the other way around."

"Privateering is a borderline thing! But yes, diamond trade is much more beneficial and probably more profitable. Might be less safe, though."

"Hmm, so if we wanted to find out how to hop between worlds, there's a few places we could go.

One craftworld or another might know how. Ulthwé would be the most likely to know, 'magic' is sorta their deal, but they don't like us much. Iyanden might technically owe me a favour, depends on how Iyanden is feeling, but it's not as likely to know. There's other craftworlds, but those are probably our best bets.

Or we could try and find one of those snake beasties-- except the only place I could think of that would be likely to have one is an arena in Commorragh. Which has the problem of being, well, in Commorragh."

"The snake doesn't feel controlled? And I'd never heard of anything like it. A craftworld might be a good first bet. I'm usually good at talking to people - I need to tell you at some point about that time my group talked a dragon highwayman into accepting credit - but I don't know local politics."