"I married a friend and advisor of his father's father, Finwë, who is the king of my tribe of Quendi. Fëanáro - Tyelcormo's father - is a dear friend of mine, has been all his life. I think most of his children like me."

"You have a king? - the Muggles in England do too, but wizards don't. France doesn't either."

"We have a king. Maitimo's going to succeed him when he's done raising his children."

"I bet he'll be very happy."

"Yes. I assume so."

"Do you want me to stop talking to you, I don't get better at it than this and it's not gonna talk me out of leaving."

"It's fine. I just want you to be okay."

"I'm trying to think how to pull that off. I need a moat and a way to grow food. I guess a way to get clothes, too. Maybe I can come into town and do magic for them and pay for my own stuff and live on an island in a river, are there some of those nearby? I can't Apparate as far as we walked but I can Apparate as far as we walked in a day, maybe."

"I don't know if there are river islands, but I can ask for a map." She asks. The person she's talking to runs off.

"Are those the only dangerous things out there?"

"In this part of the continent, that is the impression I have - I don't have the Greek vocabulary I'd want yet to be positive, I was looking at English while speaking in Greek and speaking is slower. There are other, smaller things but nothing that will outright kill you, just bite you a little bit before they run away."

"Okay. Then I guess the only thing left to ask is what they'll pay me for. I can - I dunno. Turn rocks into kittens, stun things, stab things, teleport - oh, if they want wizard kids most kids by a wizard are wizard kids, you can check if any of them will pay for that."

"What?"

"If you want to ask these people if any of them want to pay you to have your potentially magical children you can learn Greek to do it in."

"Oh. Sure."

"I'm sure they'll have a use for something else you can do - is stabbing things magical?"

"Can be."

"Can you teleport with passengers or cargo?"

"Cargo."

"Can you do several hops in a row to cover more ground?"

"Two. Three if I really have to and then I'll be dead on my feet all day."

The map arrives. It's very pretty. Mirelótë and the hotel person chat in Greek.

The map shows the moat, and a river that feeds the moat, and upstream a ways there's a little fleck of green just visible at this scale.

"Great. Thanks. Lemme know how you want me to pay you."

"Do you need anything before you go? Seeds, tools -?"