"Yes, and we're expecting it to get more popular once we have faster than light travel and can settle lots of planets according to interesting experimental schemes and people don't want to have to pick."

"We have instantaneous interplanetary travel."

"Which is very exciting but I still think contact with this world will delay recreational colony experiments for a long while compared to how long it was likely to take Fëanáro to crack the problem. You have a lot of things you could probably use help with here."

"I guess we do. Other places more than Osirion, I think."

"I was mostly thinking about the bad afterlives."

"Those are very bad. A lot of places for the living are also quite bad, but more temporary."

"Which we'd also want to look into. Or just me, I suppose, if they can't get ahold of anyone from home."

"What sorts of things will you do if they can't get ahold of anyone from your home?"

"Well, I suppose I'll see how long I can avail myself of your hospitality, learn the language, read a lot of books, and see what improvements I'm positioned to make alone."

- nod. "They should have an answer for us in a minute or two."

Nod.

The person who comes back in a minute later does not look like they've just encountered a dozen new good gods and solved most of the problems in the world. They talk with the pharaoh quietly for a moment.

"No luck. I'm sorry."

She nods again.

"Why don't I set you up with a room here and some people who can get you oriented, and we can speak again once you have more of a sense of what your priorities are here. We can research whether there's any other way to contact your family."

"All right. Thank you."

"- augh!" says a spontaneously appearing young adult human.

The guards object just as strongly! More strongly, even, maybe!

"Hold Person. - you know this one?" he asks Mirelótë.

"I've never seen him before, we don't have the species at home."

He can't shed any light on this situation at the moment.

The guards take hold of him.

"We'd like him back here quickly," he tells them. "It's hard to imagine this is happening for no reason."

And to Cor, "you've teleported into the palace of the pharaoh of Osirion, which was thought to be impossible until quite recently. My security will ask you a few questions and then we'll introduce ourselves properly."

Security drags him out. 

The pharaoh frowns. "Do you still want to get a room and get situated, or would you prefer to stay here and meet our new guest?"