"Yes, that works fine."

He gives them an address, floor number and office number.

"Thank you!" And to Cam, "if we did dramatic descents from the sky in ships half a mile across no one would foist us off to minor bureaucrats but on the other hand sometimes there'll be a reason to not go public so I think the foisting's better."

"And think what a windfall for the minor bureaucrats if you decide they're great and should be non-minor bureaucrats in the forthcoming new order."

"That too! We're like - does your world have legends of annoyingly powerful people for whom you do a minor favor and then they grant you wishes, or you minorly inconvenience them and they curse you forever -"

"Well, it did, but they were called 'fairies', so then after I did my thing... 'Fey' used to be a synonym but now sort of retains the original mythological flavor."

"I think the origin for ours was bored Maiar. Anyway let's do the first part of that but not the second."

Wag wag "Yes let's."

"Can you find us a way to the guy's office from the address?"

"Yes but it's probably less hassle to ask for directions."

Can directions be found?

Yep. It's pretty nearby.

They head on over.

There is a minor government official in the office!

"Hi! I'm Maitimo, this is Cam, we were sent here by Chazan Zorris Menan, Cam can make persistent things and things he didn't dream and we need to convincingly demonstrate this to someone."

"I see. Did you have any particular demonstrations in mind?"

"It seems like it might be more convincing if you name things."

"Mother-of-pearl hair comb with precisely forty tines and silver-fill etchings of a darish bird."

"What's a darish..." He makes a demonic darish bird, looks at it, produces the comb.

A darish bird is a fairly large animal with structural and coloration differences from a peacock but rather similar style. It's big enough that it's going to be a minor problem getting it out of the office.

"What's a..." she trails off and examines the comb.

"I apologize for the bird, I would've made it mini if I'd know they were that big."

She takes a knife out of her desk, chips a tiny discreet piece off the hair comb, examines both chip and comb closely, then gets up and walks around the desk. She examines the bird carefully, running her fingers through its feathers and feeling its pulse, then gets back up and sits back down.

"I am tentatively convinced. What do you intend to do with a convinced person?"

"We were hoping your convincedness would be sufficient reason for someone with more authority to give us an audience. We would like to set up an embassy and perhaps build you hospitals and things."

She nods, and her eyes flick to his ears and eyes and Cam's wings, and she says, "So are you from another star, or something stranger?"

"Another star and something stranger but 'another star' is the part we're going to widely explain."