"My name's Odette. How d'you tell a male dragon?"

"Eye color. They get shouted at less for translation help," Reesa snorts.

"I can imagine. What colors of dragon are there?"

"Uh, there's thirty of 'em," says Reesa, "you want the whole list?"

"I guess probably not right now."

"Wizard office I know about is just this way."

She follows her. "Thank you for being so helpful."

"No problem."

And eventually they will get to the wizard office.

"Yeah. I've never taken more than a couple decades off someone before, but the principle's the same however much comes off."

"We can find customers interested in this service but it will be challenging to price. The dragon said you need a scry, possibly transworld, on your sister, and then you and she need to go home, possibly transworld?"

"Um, if she's back home and not already dead it might be most important to get her out of where she is because I came here fleeing a murder attempt."

"All right, so a scry possibly transworld, a summon or call, and two sendings or pushes. Do you want to try dealing in Corenta currency for this or just trade straight across?"

"I think I'd rather deal in currency. If there's anything left over when it's time to go home I can donate it to charity or something."

"All right..." She rummages in a filing cabinet and produces a price sheet which Odette can magically read. "These are the standard prices for services of that magnitude." There are numbers in a currency with which Odette has no familiarity.

"I don't really know how much that is. How much would it cost to buy, oh, a novel or a loaf of bread?"

Substantially less than any of these spells!

"...How difficult are these?" she asks of the services on the price sheet.

"All of those require a fully trained and licensed wizard and a diagram which will take an angle or two to draw out," says the receptionist, "and the transworld items in particular are demanding on channeling capacity."

"What's channeling capacity?"

"...it's how much power a caster can draw for a single spell."

"Oh, I see. So..." she looks for the least expensive item on the list. "Maybe about as much as that? Because de-aging people isn't all that hard."

"Irrespective of how far they're being de-aged?" queries the receptionist.

"I've only done a few decades before but it didn't feel like it was straining anything or anything."