"You want human immigrants so you can build a moral, slave-free society, right, you can probably lean on that and 'look at all the shiny magic we can do for you in that world'. But you need to be able to do or say something about the law that kids are slaves."

"How's this for something to say? I hate it. I want to change it. I left my comfortable temperate apartment in a well-developed city with indoor plumbing and fresh fruit for sale every day just to try to create a place with a better culture. Something better than this is the thing I've wanted most my entire life."

"Hmm... Possible. And a lot of parents will say, 'well, we don't have to actually do creepy command magic to our kids do we?' and some people will say 'I never want to have kids anyway' and some will say 'I'd rather not live in a world where I have to own my precious little boy'."

"There's no law that says you have to use command magic on your slaves, you're only liable if they commit a crime, I'm sure if they don't have magic it's possible to keep them under control without that. If people aren't willing to put up with our laws then I'll help them the best I can and be sad that I can't have people that moral moving in."

"See I think - hmm, how to put this. Inviting a lot of moral people is going to cause you problems. They're going to be their own people, not yours, unless you're careful about it. They'll decide they want independence from the empire, or agitate to change the laws, or decide en masse to refuse to pay an unfair tax, or have a hunger strike, or otherwise rebel sooner or later. Because that's what I'd end up doing if I was going to live in your world without fully thinking it through, like a lot of people are gonna do. If something happens, you'll have a hundred angry people at your doorstep protesting. Maybe less so if you have a priest as a minister or something. Not having magic and being relatively powerless makes that less likely, but... Maybe if you pick the least moral of us who aren't, uh, criminals..."

"Oh. That might be bad. Thank you for warning me, that could be worse than not having them at all. Should I... not do that, should I give them some heat or take them to Milliways to wait for someone more moral? Or can I talk to them about slow change that doesn't involve any crimes or civil wars?"

"Hmmmm. I think if you're pretty clear that 'this is the law there, you'd be contributing to making the world a better place and have warm outdoors and nice magic, I want good moral people willing to live in an unfair system and change it for the better, but breaking the law WILL get you enslaved or killed', you'll get less takers, but few or no revolutionary types."

"But they'll still be moral people? I guess I can work with them even if they aren't as long as they understand self-interest."

"Being a good, moral person and being a revolutionary firestarter are not one hundred percent correlated! It's just the three-way intersection of moral, not rebellious, and wanting to go live in a slave empire might be kinda small."

"Can I get rebellious but willing to work on something long-term and likely to work instead of rebellious and going to try to start a civil war?"

"I can try to get a read on people and help you pick that kind of person? But people don't really come made to order. A lot of 'em will want to just... Live, start a farm or a store or whatever, but if there's enough of those and they, uh, multiply enough morality might become just... Normal."

"That's what I want most, once there's a community of moral people we can work on growing it or converting people. I think agerah could be convinced to care about morality and they're most of the population, I just... need something to start with."

"Well! Refugees from Frozen England might be that for you! We'll know soon I guess. You want to prepare for descent, see that little boxy thing on the hill at one 'o clock? With the radio tower? That's the research station."

He does his best to pilot the airship safely.

It's not the smoothest descent ever but with Liane's advice he can avoid dying or wrecking anything.

Two people bundled up in heavy coats and holding bright lanterns, moving a bit sluggishly, help him land the ship and tie it down!

They admire it for a few moments, then say some things in English at Valanda. Link translates after a few seconds' delay.

"We're surprised to see anyone still flying. Come inside to talk. Too windy here, and we can't risk getting sick."

"...How do I tell them things?" he asks Liane in case she has any bright ideas. He follows them inside.

"Oh. Oh! Uhh... Maybe if I make sure to say something in English, you can repeat it? Uh, that one just asked 'what's that on your head'."

"How do I say 'It's how I'm communicating with my translator' in English?"

"Ahem. 'It's a portable radio and I'm using it to talk to my translator.' It's a portable radio, I'm using it to talk to my translator."

He's definitely hearing English in the second part, but it's not quite as easy to understand as the translation magic in Hyrule was.

He echoes it as exactly as he can. He has no idea which parts of English are important so he tries to copy pitch and speed, too.

This method of translation proves reasonably workable! Though it will involve a lot of saying things to Link and having her repeat them.

They lead him to a room full of strange devices, all pushed to the corners and haphazardly stacked on shelves and the furniture rearranged around a metal barrel, in which there is a fire. There are five people here now, three men and two women. They look dirty, raggedy, and generally lethargic.

The one exception says, "That's pretty impressive technology, to get it so miniaturized. I read the theory that you can get a radio wave emitter down to the size of the wavelength, but doing it in practice is something else entirely. Maybe Tesla's been having fun up there in the arctic? Where are you from?"

"I'm from another world. I can take you there if you want but you might rather stay here. It's warm but people there aren't moral."

The oldest man in the room pipes up, "We may be third-rate rejects who didn't have any relevant skills to go on the Oxford mission, but we're still scientists. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. What is the method of transit to this other world? Why are you on this miserable frozen rock? And perhaps show us something more otherworldly than a shiny radio, hm?"

"Rogers, whatever language he's translating with, it's not related to anything I've studied. He's very foreign, whoever he is."

"...That's weak to moderate evidence for your claim."

"I've got some magic heaters that just stay hot, want one? I don't think you could make anything like them."

"Magic! Bah."

"Don't dismiss it out of hand, we can easily prove him wrong if he's lying to us."

"Very, very foreign..." Mutters the linguist.

"Could be a conlang."

"Why would someone invent an elaborate conlang to come talk to us?"

"Bosely's uranite experiments showed that high-weight elements can decompose and release heat, to an unscientific mind that might seem like magic..."

"Why bother? There's nothing in the whole world left for us to do but wait for God to claim us."

Liane translates all this as best she can, stumbling over the sciency bits a little.

They argue for a minute or two. Eventually, the consensus is that they want to do experiments on his magic heater.