"- this is distinct from necromancy. Resurrection spells are conjuration."

The fact that they have an established compound word for 'death magic' is concerning but not actually the most concerning thing she knows about this world. "I was assuming so," she says. "Do you know anything about what happens to people after they die? We don't—well, I don't." Celestia and Luna probably know if it's possible to know at all, but they haven't seen fit to tell Twilight.

"The souls of the dead are judged by Pharasma, then passed on to an afterlife that matches their alignment. The non-evil afterlives are reputed to be pleasant."

"... how many people go to evil afterlives?—also, Katixa was talking about someplace called 'Hell' ruled by the god of tyranny and slavery, is that—?"

"...out of all souls of every species? I would... imagine roughly a third of them... but I don't actually know, the best statistics are from a Lawful-Neutral-skewed country and even those statistics are not perfect. Hell is the Lawful Evil afterlife."

"What the fuck!!"

"Pharasma the Creator does not claim to be Good."

"If she did I'd be suspicious of your whole goodness-detecting spell—is there anyone who is good doing something about this?"

"...well, Iomedae, my goddess, is working on it, but I am not privy to the details of how it's going except insofar as it was fairly conspicuous when the country was conquered away from the forces of Hell."

"—obviously you shouldn't let the forces of Hell rule countries" (what the fuck!!) "but if a third of people go there anyway—actually, you know what, I need to talk to my friends about—all of this. One more question, though: Katixa said your world's magic would probably be able to get us home but it might be very expensive. Who would we talk to about that, and do you think we'd be able to pay them in diamonds after we made it back?"

"For that you want a Plane Shift. I'm not actually sure who there is in Westcrown - that's this city - who can cast it, apart from the archmages, but you might be important enough for archmages; the Arch-healer Naima has regular hours at the larger Temple of Abadar, and Archmage Cottonet is generally present at the Constitutional Convention, which... you are not straightforwardly admissible to but I could perhaps beg a moment of his time tomorrow on your behalf. Anyone with the ability to defend diamonds will accept them as currency."

"Alright. That sounds good. Thanks for your help, uh—oh, I'm sorry, I don't think I ever got your name."

"Select Blai Artigas. - Select means I'm a cleric of Iomedae."

"I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle—well, I've only been a princess for a few months, Celestia and Luna are the ones really in charge. These are—oops, it looks like my friends went back inside. I'll have to introduce them once I can get them a translation spell."

"... speaking of that, we're probably going to stay in Milliways, but we might want to explore the city, is it okay if we come and go via your yard?"

"I... think that should be fine... the place isn't particularly defensible should anyone take exception, but I suppose we can't move it...."

Someone is now sawing a hole in the side of the stable. They look at Blai and he nods at them and they continue.

"Alright, I can Teleport out if there's an emergency, or more likely just go inside and shut the door—it's just that your people seemed alarmed to see us and I'd like to avoid a repeat of that. Also don't forget about sending someone to relieve Katixa of door-holding duty."

"You aren't a common race. I don't confidently expect you to have trouble - if nothing else the Arch-healer has turned people into more bizarre things reincarnating them into younger yet randomly-selected forms. I am considering who to send in after Katixa, this is neither obviously within anyone's job description nor an errand that any random churchgoer could perform, and it will have to be someone who isn't likely to be needed in an emergency. ...actually, I should decide on someone sooner than later, as Ser Goés should he run into any trouble of his own can probably summon her to his -"

"You want someone to go into the portal over there?"

"...oh, I'd been wondering where you'd gotten to - yes, are you volunteering?"

"I am absolutely volunteering." Into Milliways he goes.

Inside is a bar/restaurant with exploding stars out the window, containing five little ponies and one normal horse.

"Oh, hi," says the pastel yellow one in a timid little voice. "Who are you?"

"I like to call myself the Inquirer. If I understood correctly I'm here in case the horse has to go suddenly."

"Oh, thank you! It's nice here because I can talk and there are those stars to watch but sometimes I do find myself having to go suddenly."

At this point Twilight comes back in. "Katixa, you can go now if you'd like," she says.