"I don't know what this means exactly but it's curious."

"It is. Hmm - Masaharta loves music, mostly does that - Telcar ran away years ago and we only intermittently know where he is, though he was still alive as of a couple months ago at least, Merenre's a cleric of Abadar and on the Council of Sun and Sky and does a lot of our trade policy, Sa-Anar studies magic and language with me, our youngest aren't yet of age -"

"Yes, that's all pretty well analogous. Is your wife a sculptor?"

"Yes! And an architect."

"How far out does this go - Curufinwë has a son, Maitimo has a boy and a girl -"

"The pharaoh has no children yet, because he doesn't like any of his women. Masaharta has four so far. Merenre's just married, no children. Telcar might have a dozen scattered all around the world for all I know, he's not supposed to but he's not supposed to have run off either -"

"Huh. So it's not perfect or at least not always as tidy as your seven all in order."

"Must not be. - did my father take more wives, in your world -"

"He has two. It's very irregular, there were special circumstances."

"It's not very irregular here. Better to give Abadar as many choices as possible, and lots of people prefer it."

"Huh. Well, Finwë has two, Miriel and Indis, the former being Fëanáro's mother, as of her return to life."

"Mine wouldn't come back."

"Ours wouldn't either for a long time."

- nod. 

"The pharaoh is returning," the attendant announces.

She plops into the appropriate position.

The pharaoh returns. "You can sit comfortably," he tells them. 

"Abadar doesn't know of your world or your gods, which we expected. He says you're of another plane, not another planet."

She sits up. "That doesn't surprise me."

"Do you know how to contact your gods from a distant plane?"

"No. We didn't know of planes as a phenomenon."

"We have spells that communicate across them, and we can try them, but I'd be unsurprised if they failed to work, given that Abadar didn't know your gods. We've ordered them attempted anyway."

"Thank you. Do you need anything from me to do that?"

"Enough information to aim for someone in particular."

"What sort is useful?"

"Any of a name they're known by, a place where they'd be and where no others would be, a particularly notable cleric of theirs..."