"I think this isn't my home planet at all," he says. "A plane is a world, it's - all the places with the same rules."

She scrunches up her nose. A different world? But lots of places have different rules. 

She shakes her head, repeating that thought out loud, "The Empire has lots of rules we don't?" She suggests, uncertainly, "But... I've never heard of other worlds." 

"Rules like which direction things fall in. But maybe our worlds are very different." He shakes his head. "I can maybe prove it, though I'd be reluctant to use any of my magic around this much magic..."

"Why?" She asks, confused, "It's not doing anything. The Rod can't do anything without a wielder and the pool won't do anything, it's mine." All the water in the city is hers and the Gauntlet's, especially the veins in the walls and floors. The Healer can see everything in Sanctuary - and it always tells her if there's someone or something where they shouldn't be. That's why she knows he shouldn't have been able to get in the ring room without her noticing. 

The detection spells he was using when the door opened will have revealed that the Gauntlet gives off it's own glow. It's not visible without it, like the violet light the Rod is giving off further into the room, but a detect magic spell will be able to tell that it is radiating Water and Life magic in all directions. Where the magic hits the surfaces around the girl, it's absorbed into them, flowing into the veins. If he looked at the pool at this point he'd notice that the liquid mana in it, formerly perhaps 1 part Water magic, 9 parts Space magic, is quickly reaching a ratio of 1:1, the Gauntlet working to prove her words true. 

Whether he wants to risk unintended magic interactions on the word of a 13 year old is up to him. 

"Magics don't always work together safely. Mine is different than the local, and it's - a good rule not to do stuff like that without safeguards."

She frowns, glancing over at the pool and Artefact once more, then back to him, "Well..." she draws out, "We could go somewhere else if you want?" 

She's decided that he's probably not a thief at this point. And anyway, there's a reason she doesn't have bodyguards. If she doesn't have the reaction time to protect herself, the city will do it for her. She steps back out into the hall and beckons him forward. 

The surfaces of the hall are made of the same material as the ones in the room, with a different pattern spilling out over the stone floor. On either side of the hall runs a trough filled with water, sparkling in the low, pale blue lights set into the ceiling. 

The veins continue here, under the water troughs and in the walls and ceilings, but the floor is clear, so far as he can see. The Gauntlet is still radiating magic, though, and with the doors still open the Rod's magic spills out of the ring room.

He deactivates his detect spells so he doesn't get a headache, and follows her. "That'd be good."

She leads him out of the room, turning back briefly to watch the doors close, and then down the hall. At the other end is large open doorway, leading into a farily large room with no other exits. There is a small pool of water (real, actual water) in the center of it. She leads him in and then turns to the wall next to the opening, where there is a series of discs made of the same black metal as the ring. She waits for him to enter and then reaches out a thread of water magic to one of the discs. 

As a door makes its way out of the wall in perfect silence, she looks up at him, "The room moves," she tells him, "We're on one of the lower levels so we have to take the lift up. It'll let us out again when we get to the right floor." She's had to reassure people of that before - lots of refugees get nervous when the doors in the lifts seem to close them in. 

An elevator, then. A very nice one. "I've been in similar."

"Really?" She asks, turning to him with enthusiasm. 

The door reaches its destination; nothing else descernable seems to happen, but based on how smooth the doors in this place are it would be reasonable to assume that the movement of the lift wouldn't be noticeable either. 

"The Sanctuary is the only place I know of that has lifts," she continues. She pauses, "Well, maybe the city in Cialin has them too, but if they do they don't work."

"We don't use magic for them, and have had them a while."

"No magic?" She asks, her fascination heightening. 

Before she can ask anything further, the door begins to open again. She waits until the gap is about twice as wide as she is and then slips through. Once he's out as well the door stops in its tracks and begins closing again. 

One could be forgiven for mistaking the new hallway for the one they'd just come from. It looks much the same, with the exception of the pattern on the floor, which is subtly different. 

She continues speaking as they make their way down the hall, "I... guess I can see how someone would do that," she says, uncertainly. "There's machines in the walls that my magic moves," she explains, "But I suppose you could do it with actual water," she speculates. She looks up at him for any further explanation. 

"The early ones used pulleys and cables - like metal rope - that were pulled by a machine. New ones use magnets, I think," he says. "But I'm not an engineer."

"Oh," she says, disappointed. At the end of the hall, she lifts the Gauntlet to get the doors there to open. 

On the other side of these doors is a massive, cavernous room, filled with pillers, with a huge artificial lake in the center of it. Paths, or perhaps barriers, crisscross it every 10 meters or so, a pillar rising wherever the pathways cross, and incthe center of the lake is a spire, rising up to meet the ceiling, with another open archway allowing entry to it. The path before the lift is one of the four largest ones, in the middle of this side of the lake. At the end of the other three large paths is another large door, likely leading to more lifts. 

As she leads him down the path, she asks him, "What kind of place do you think would be best? For you to do your magic?" She bites her lip, then lets go of it, reminded of Lady Helen's constant exasperation about the habit. "I could show you one of the training rooms, or there's parks?" She trails off. 

"Is there somewhere my magic's least likely to touch other magic? If not, the training rooms are fine."

She frowns, thinking about that. Her magic - or her Artefact's - is pretty much everywhere in the city, in the veins beneath the ground and in the walls. There's lots in the training rooms, to let her keep an eye on the people practicing with their magic and heal them if necessary. There's spots in the parks that don't have a lot, though. She sends a questioning thread to the Gauntlet, which obliges by offering her all the bits of the city it can't get a good sense of. 

Noting them, she turns her attention back to the stranger, "The Healer says there's a few places like that. The biggest ones are in the central park and at the Guardian's disc, but those are both a bit far away; we'd have to take the railcars." She shrugs, "There's a few smaller ones in the palace training hall," she offers, "Just a few meters where the veins were damaged at some point." 

They reach the spire as she says this, she's surprised to notice. It must have taken her a few minutes to find all those dead spots. 

The door closes behind them as they enter the spire, and the directs another thread at another disc in the room there, presumably another lift. 

As it begins to rise (not that he can tell), the Gauntlet nudges her, pointedly, reminding her of something she's forgotten. 

"Oh!" She says, flushing, "I'm sorry, I didn't even-" she huffs, clears her throat, "I'm Erin," she tells him, "Erin Noak, wielder of the Gauntlet of the Healer and Lady of the Healer's Sanctuary," she corrects herself. She should probably be at least somewhat formal if he's actually a visitor from another world.

"My pleasure to meet you, Erin Noak, and my apologies for my lapse in manners. I'm Sugira, rookie detective in Azad City, on the independent planet Buru."

"Sugira," she repeats to herself, carefully trying to pronounce it precisely the same way as he did. Then she smiles at him, "It's good to meet you, too," she tells him, then pauses, "Well," she amends, "It's not nice that you were somewhere no one else is supposed to be able to get to, but other than that..." she trails off. 

The doors open, revealing another room in the same theme as the last few - stone surfaces, waterways, mosaic on the floor, door at the end. The only exceptions being that one, there are no lights on, and two, this room has windows. They're almost floor to ceiling, revealing the plaza surrounding the building and the night sky above. The stars are a little faded due to the lights of the city, but most of them are still visible. 

He nods, and re-activates his detect magic.

The city continues to be Extremely Magic. 

There's the same things he noticed before: the Gauntlet still radiates magic, though it ripples across the glass to collect in the walls, quite unlike light; veins of water and increasingly more life magic run through the walls, floor, ceiling, and the water troughs. 

What's new is what he can see outside the windows. The lights are magic, much like the ones down below, and veins continue to run through the streets as far as his spell allows him to sense, but the real interesting thing is up above. A powerful protective dome covers every bit of the sky which he can see. It swirls with multiple kinds of magic, primarily water and life, but with significant amounts which could be identified as fire, air, earth, illusion, space and time. 

Through the front windows he can see a sprawling building across the plaza from the one they're in. It glows with magic, and another, smaller dome of the same type as the one above surrounds it. 

After setting the doors to opening, Erin turns back to Sugira, "So?" She asks, "Is the training hall alright? That's the palace just there, the hall's not too far from the side entrance I like to use this late."

It is in fact pretty late. Probably she should be in bed by now, but what's the point of being ruler of a city if you can't set your own bedtime? 

"Here's good."

He considers, mentally pages through his spells for a suitable test...

Dimension Door tends not to fail too spectacularly. 

He speaks a few seconds' worth of a twisting, incomprehensible chant, and teleports across the room.

Her eyes widen. That's... something that could be done with the magic she knows. A powerful enough mage with a strong space affinity, the kind that's born once or twice a generation, could do it, or a mage with a close bond with a space-aligned Complex Artefact, or a powerful enough Simple one. But... she pokes her Gauntlet. It sends her a negative; he doesn't have an Artefact, and it didn't sense any mana coming from him.

Alright. 

"I... Guess I believe you, then," she says. She frowns, "You said it was an accident. Can you get back?" 

" - I'd assume so." He goes quiet. "I'm... Not sure."

"Do you want to go back? Do you want to try outside of the city, Sanctuary is one of the most magical places in the world, outside is probably better if you're worried about that."

"I do want to return home. But it might not be safe for me from my end; another mishap could strand me somewhere less friendly. It's likely people are already searching for me, though."