Bella's not sure where she has wandered. She thought she was about to walk into a shop, but this appears to be an unattended bar. With none of the windows associated with the shop she thought she was entering. It could be an elaborate psychic assault of some kind, but it doesn't feel very... assault-y... and she was in the middle of a town and doesn't think any humans want to sic their 'mon on her. It's strange. She approaches the bar, looking around warily, hand hovering near her belt.
"So, you," he says to Promise, "do you like it where you are, and, are you good and proper immortal?"
"Good and proper immortal, but if someone tried to take my wings off permission wouldn't have anything to do with it. I don't love it. I'd miss sorcery, though, and it doesn't work anywhere else, I've been trying lightmotes to make sure that the rule holds here. I might be able to do something at home eventually..."
"Well, not recreationally, but if daeva are still nice and indestructible versus elementals without amulets weighing you down that would influence where I'm interested in letting you go in my world-set."
"Not because I have strong reason to think you'd go around tail-pulling, just because it'll make daeva even more nervous about a new sapient species moving in next door if they turn out to be vulnerable unexpectedly." He presents Earth with his tail.
"It is. How do you all feel about reolocating to a part of Fairyland that is far away from any concentrated populations of fairies so it'll look like they merely hadn't discovered you yet? Will you be able to find such a place?"
"Snazzy. And if you find yourself too bewildered by the flora to find food you like right away, you can just use that to pop over to my house for burgers or something, I imagine?"
Revelation and Promise start talking about the pros and cons of her moving in with him.
"I'm supposed to try dark scrying something?" he says hesitantly.
"The idea is I hold the door for you, and you see if you can go from someplace in my house in Hell to someplace nice and uninhabited in Fairyland. I can make you a map and suggest that you go, oh, one billion miles north of its northmost point, if that would help specificity-wise."
"It would help more if you knew what the place you wanted me to go looked like in the dark," says Shadow. "A map's not nothing, though."
"Unfortunately I have never been to Fairyland, and I can only conjure up things that I'm designing myself or copying from elsewhere. I could get you a field guide to Fairyland trees, maybe, but the wildlife is probably not totally consistent a billion miles away from the inhabited area."
"Map of inhabited Fairyland," says Cam, producing a folded piece of paper.