He is the best equipped to deal with weird shit, barring perhaps Lynnari, who doesn't want to.
There is fortunately such a bed in this house! It is not the man's. It's a double bed. Not angel sized, but for a small one that sleeps on her side, it should suffice.
It is good tea.
The man who has still not given his name retrieves a book from one of his pockets and starts scribbling out equations and muttering to them.
"Sort of. Very intellectual, if you want to do anything with other planes at all. You can use brute force, but that costs more, whereas a more clever, mathy solution costs less. For already expensive stuff like planar transpotation... Brute force is somewhat impossible without a large group of mages."
"I'm going to have to get my sister," he sighs.
"I having three sisters. They older, I am littlest and have not any other ones of me only one Pen, but are two more Dars, one more Keziah, one more Ariel."
"I have only one sister. She's my twin," says the man who still hasn't given his name.
... He's too famous to actually keep his name out of someone's hands reliably. Let's not.
"Adarin. It's nice to meet you, apologies for not introducing myself."
"Whatever, but needing know where fly, and not to bother you singing talking playing, and have a book in language, to do whatever."
"I can take care of the flight later, but it'll take a little while. I don't believe I'll be bothered if you sing."