"Harm."

The held person does not seem to like this but he doesn't seem very harmed.

Well if Hold Person works then they can drag him out of here even if nothing else does.

Yup, he is Held.

They take him straight to the antimagic prison. Hold Person stops working once they're in it. They lock the door.

"Do you happen to be named Maitimo," a tired man in apparently handmade uniform asks from the other side of it.

"...no? I don't even look like him. Who are you and where am I?"

"Osirion. You know someone named Maitimo?"

"Yes. Is that who you are or where I am?"

"Country's Osirion, planet's Golarion, plane's Material. We are having a - problem - today with random people from all different species and life histories, all named Maitimo or acquainted with one, dropping into our royal palace which is supposed to be very secure."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I was in the middle of something and need the object I dropped and to get back where I was."

"We haven't figured out how to send anyone back. - sorry."

"Well. Maybe I'll be out of your hair in five days or so, I guess."

"What makes you think that?"

"Uh, I'm currently not at home because of an ongoing effect that somebody can end at any time but it'd take at least five days to get to him to tell him to try that."

" - okay. You have magic?"

"Yes."

"What kind?"

"I don't know if you'll have heard of it here. I can make stuff. What happened to the thing I dropped, it's important."

"I don't know. Would you like me to ask?"

"Yes please."

He looks up from his crystal ball. 

"Do you want me to resurrect them?" he asks Mirelótë.

"I don't know who it is. It could be someone downloaded off one of Melkor's servers in another Arda for all I know. Right now they can't get back to their life anyway and they're safe."

Nod. "Well. Should be safe. - tell him that they're safe," he adds to an attendant.

He comes back a few minutes later. 

"They're safe. Who are they?"

"Uh - heck -" He pulls an object off his belt loop; it lights up. "Somebody called Iverindo."