...well, better that people enjoy themselves over it, probably. She'll eat her breakfast and wait for them to finish.

Eventually they have milked it for everything they can and come over to get her.

Wave. "What's the plan for today?"

"Well, you wanna talk to any of the people newly interested in coming to save your world?"

"Sure. Need all the help we can get."

A lot of people heard that story and they're not totally sold but it was quite a story! Is it true? What are darkspawn like, how do you fight them?

Sure it's true. You stab them, mostly, although some of them have magic and you have to fight that a little more creatively. The main problem is that they keep making more; the only way to end the blight and drive the darkspawn back underground is to destroy the archdemon, which is what they're gathering forces to do. Archdemons are kind of like really really big, powerful, undead dragons. They're still working out their strategy for taking it out, it's going to depend somewhat on how many resources they have at their disposal.

If she wanted to have an extended discussion about how to fight monsters with the local magic, complete with a lot of probably-exaggerated stories of fights against dragons, she came to the right place.

She's still a little people'd out, but probably extended magical strategy discussions will probably be good for her and her cause, so sure, sounds good.

By the end she has a few more people committed to her cause and a lot who might check it out if they hear from friends that it seems like a good place for adventuring.

Well, that's more people than she had before, so awesome.

Also some people want to buy her a round of drinks, or five, and some have questions about the pharaoh but Fazil interrupts her whenever they ask them and they end up talking about how big this dragon these guys fought could really have been anyway.

Good for Fazil, honestly.

Dragons are a fine subject of conversation.

It will take a very long time but eventually she is no longer the most exciting thing around and people head off.

Great.

"So. Did... you guys contact Prince Telcar yet?"

They glance at each other. "....no."

Sigh. "I guess we should do that, then."

"Yeah. Uh, I don't know if I have nice enough paper. I guess I could go out and get it."

"...how long have you known this guy?"

"Six years."

"I'm - very culturally lost, here, but I think if I'd had friends for six years, and there was a world to go and save, I would not super want my friends to spend a lot of time worrying about the quality of paper they used to contact me about it. - but, like, you guys know the protocols here a lot better than me, and also know him a lot better than me, so. If we need nice paper then I guess we buy nice paper."

"I don't think he'd care about the paper," says Fazil immediately. "But -"

"...what?"

Fazil considers it for a while and then shakes his head. "I guess we can write the note."

Oh good.

...she can't actually write anything, and they should probably do all of the composition anyway.