He goes back. 

The slaves are all awake now. Some of them seem surprised that he reappeared.

"If anyone else would like a teleport to Tsopix I can take you too!"

General silence.

The Bell says, "Most of us don't speak any Tsopixi. It would probably be more efficient if you teleported the ink out of our tattoos."

"I can do that too, but I'll need to see them all to be precise enough not to hurt anyone."

...she displays her foot.

He tries teleporting out just the ink.

It's not magic ink or anything. The Bell scratches her heel.

Now everybody is aiming their marked-up feet in his direction.

Now none of them have stupid tattoos.

Some of them start laughing a little - some of them are crying instead -

Congratulations, magically disappearing tattoos are a slavery-negating thing.

Good. I can just go around and do that for all the slaves but there's probably a more efficient solution? Should we go off somewhere so I can list you everything I can do and then you'll be able to think of applications.

Yeah probably. Also I will think better warmer and better-fed. Let's drop this batch of people off somewhere with some cash and then go someplace else to talk. What do you need to know to go to a place?

Visual image or a distance and direction but I can do what I did for Tsopix and make a model and then use that as my visual image. 

He makes some bags of local currency to hand to people.

Four hundred seo per should do without being impossible to carry. Denominated in mostly fifteens and some threes and ones. And teleport them out of their collars. Drop them off - Place. Does this thing do pictures?

Yeah, it does, I got that. The bags will have the right kinds of coins. Everyone's collars will be teleported into the sun. And, pop to that place.

Aya tells them where they are and points out a nearby hostel - "does most of its business during holiday season, should have room if you triple up" - and then sends him a picture of another place.

And now they're in the other place. 

"So, hello, my name's Ayabel."

"Fëanáro. We pick nicknames to distinguish ourselves and mine's Epic. Can I have a hug."

"...if you like."

Hug. Wing-hug.

Pat pat.

"So what brings you here?"

Cling. "I had a teleporting accident and now I'm stuck and can't go home."

Hug. "Teleporting has accidents?"

"Not usually, but I was using a magic version and carrying a prototype of a technology version and somehow that - caused an accident. The kind I've been doing here is perfectly safe."