"That sounds like... Magic. To me. I would have said magic was impossible a few hours ago, but a good scientist updates his assumptions in light of new data. So apparently magic is real."

"The generators are supposed to be the center of a city that will survive even the harshest winter. We only know where one is. The Lords knew the great winter was coming, as much as a year ago. They sent thousands of people up here in the north to build things, outposts, generators, meant to let people survive the winter. But only some people. They didn't tell us. It was just work, work, work, harder, harder. Damn Lords lied for months and would have left us to die! It's only fair that we're taking their generator."

"It is where we come from. And, looks like I get to take it with me." ('Scientist', meanwhile, is an exciting concept.)

Nod. "My people's ancestors were oppressed and exploited by Lords. Not by yours, but it sounds like there would be much in common. When they got to a different world, they said they'd build it new, everyone citizens, everyone subject to the same Law, everyone's Law." ...And then they hadn't done very well with that, had they, but she hasn't seen anyone enslaved or tortured here yet, or even anything like town-livers and field workers, so.

"My commiseration, and my solidarity."

"Very convenient, that. I'm certainly not complaining." He continues to boggle at the expanding zone of heat.

"Thank you. That sounds like a grand ideal to aspire to. I think everyone is just hoping to survive, now - but hopefully we can build a place like that."

Smile. She continues to expand it.

"Thank you. They - didn't live up to it, in a lot of ways, after. But, the ideal is - something.

And, whatever we can do to help, since or while we're here. With the surviving, with the building." 

"...I think that is about big enough. We'll put up tents at the edge... I want to ask so many questions about the magic but I know it's not really a priority right now."

"Good! For now, let's finish the unloading. Carefully, of course. Almost done, here!"

Affirmative handsign. She does a boundary. "Can tell you all about it whenever! Should I be off to the captain now? Should I be bringing my friend? You?"

Work, work.

"Bringing your friend is up to you, of course. Bringing me might be wise. Shortcut the explanation, if I vouch for you."

"Can do!" She consults with Genea. They conclude that having her along seems a good idea. "Captain's with the group that was heading out before?"

She finishes up whatever she was doing and excuses herself for the meanwhile.

"Indeed he is. Are we hiking, or... Magic-ing?"

Genea can be excused. They're almost done, anyway.

"Don't see a reason not to try magic-ing first. Unless you do." She calls up water into a surface in front of her again, starts scrying for the group in question.

And here's Genea.

"I don't know the limits or tradeoffs of your magic. You're the better judge than me on this."

The group in question is hiking steadily! There's no trail, but they seem to have an idea of where they're going. It's not clear from this view who's the leader, if anyone.

They can find that out when they get there!

"Ready?"

"I don't need to - brace myself, or something? Ready."

"You don't need to do anything," she says, as the non-mage who's been teleported before.

And Aye teleports them to within sight and hearing distance but not too close to the other party.

"-Strange. HAIL! CAPTAIN! I've got some exceedingly strange news for you, and the proof is that I'm here!"

There is some confusion for a minute, then a man steps to the front of the pack. "Yes, please do explain why you rushed up to meet us, and how you got ahead of us."

The local just gestures at Aye.

She waves. "I teleported!" 

Does he want to explain it from his perspective? 

"So you have some device for instant transportation? Oh, that could be very handy."

"It's - well, it's magic, sir. According to her and as far as I can see, anyway. She did heat at the landing site, too. Be a boon to those unloading still."

"...I'll hold off on judging magic real until we know more. It's not really the time. What are you two's names? I'm Theodore Bolard, but I prefer Ted."