"Never heard of that. Every adventurer in this town has a overblown nonsense story about how they'll be an epic hero."

"Oh good. Then yes, he'll be fine here unless this world has some property I have never heard of which is dangerous."

"We have laws? We have a gate to one of the evil afterlives out in the desert. We have dragons, and we're inside the shell of a very destructive beetle that is not, actually, dead. But - not properties of the universe, no."

"- the beetle isn't dead? Also why do you even have that gate."

"Idiot early pharaoh made a deal with an evil god for support in an ongoing civil war, and built the House of Oblivion, which straddles the worlds, for him to come live in in exchange for help. They still lost! And the evil god went back to Abaddon. But the house is still there. We don't know how to destroy it, or whether trying would provoke him.

Everyone has been told that the beetle is dead because occasionally you get evil cults trying to release the other spawn of Rovagug - which the beetle was - and there can't be cultists trying to release it if they think it's been destroyed."

"Why is the beetle so... hollow and still... if it is alive?"

"It molted."

"Oh."

"We mostly don't edit the history books, we're not Cheliax, but in this case it seemed warranted."

"I'm not complaining."

"Anyway I think we have an ordinary number of hazards for a nation of our size and history but most people will get their whole lives without running into them."

"Cool. - any joy on the science book?"

He goes to the door and calls for someone to fetch it.

Bounce bounce.

"If that works I just need to enchant one of my earcuffs with my old long distance communication enchantment for reference because I don't have my notes and don't want to forget how I did it, and then figure out how to adapt it for interplanar, and then I can catch him up and we can coordinate. Also I should call Rúmil once I can, he'll be worried too. - Rúmil's one of the king's advisors."

"And he's allowed to assist the prince in escaping the plane?"

"I don't actually know what the king's opinion on the matter is. But he'd be worried about me, too, the last time he saw me I was telling the gods sending me back would kill me."

Nod. "Just don't want to get him in trouble back there."

"They don't have quite the Osirion philosophy about law. I think - the king's priority would be his son's safety, and he might - have unrealistic expectations about how to achieve that, but it's still actually his priority, and if Rúmil helped Fëanáro get offplane in service of that goal it wouldn't really be a break with the king and they'd work it out.

"The gods are going to be pretty against all this, I imagine, but I'm not sure if I should be assuming they were unanimous in the first place."

"And they're pretty unlikely to come bother us here about it?"

"I don't think they'll leave Valinor. That's their continent. But I'll check with Rúmil, he'd know a lot more and I'd want his input before doing anything unnecessary."

"Alright. - I'm not really the person to coordinate any of this with on our end. I just - want the languages. And the more efficient spells, if there's a way to get that.'

"You can have the languages. And what I know about wizardry too but that only after I see the science book to make really sure."

He glances impatiently out the door.