"That won't be something of high concern, then."

"I'll make sure the guards are informed."

"Thank you. We'll leave our own guards here, if you need to speak to us."

"Sounds good."  He considers what else to say, and can't think of anything else.  He glances at Elizara beside him, but it doesn't look like she can think of anything either.  

Then it's probably time for everyone to take their leave; the shinobi bow shallowly, and withdraw a bit.

Elizara and Ezure can get everything for the upcoming visit set up in between the rest of their duties. 

For all that diplomacy is important, the city's leaders are very busy on handling the local problems.  Thousands of their people are currently stuck on the other side of the mountain - 300 miles if they were somehow able to fly over the peaks directly, much longer heading to the next pass.  Thousands more had homes on the other side, and are now milling around their workshops, trying to find somewhere to sleep.  Adding in all of the merchants and travellers showing up, expecting to pass through, and the inns are likely to fill up beyond capacity even without the misplaced natives.  

It is exhausting, but they get temporary solutions sorted quickly enough.  Thankfully Tle's southern hemisphere is still in early summer and the spare military tents suffice for those without friends or family to move in with.  

They'll have until the evening before a message arrives to schedule a meeting with the local village leader, who'll come to them. Her name is Tsunade of the Senju clan, and she requests permission to bring two guards.

That sounds reasonable.  They have been keeping a diplomatic suite free, even with the rearranging going on.  Word is sent back that they can receive Tsunade and her guards any time tomorrow.

That's acceptable. Mid-morning, two hours before noon? (Including the guards translating how they measure time).

Elizara and Ezure will be waiting.  Their formal gowns are in shades of off-white and pale tan, to reflect the serious state of their city in their local symbolism.

Tsunade is perhaps early into her middle ages, wearing a cream shirt under a green robe and over grey pants. Her blonde hair is pulled into two sections to fall down her back, and she has a small black diamond painted on her forehead. She has a large white hat on, with red piping and the symbol for 'Fire' in red on its front. Her eyes are sharp. Her stance is confident. Her two guards are fairly nondescript - both in the same dull grey-green uniforms as the rest of the shinobi, their hair black and brown.

She nods to Elizara and Ezure when she arrives. "Greetings. I am Senju Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, the shinobi organization of the Land of Fire. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Welcome to the city of Mika," Alizara says.  Half of Mika, anyway. 

"We are Elizara and Ezure of the Quercus House of Mika, selected to be the lead diplomats to your world."

"It's a lovely city."

"We're quite proud of it.  It's stood for nearly as long as the gate, and it's said that the foundations where many of the buildings stand were found pre-built along with the gate, which is why the streets are so well laid out and wide for a city of it's era.  That, or the founders who first discovered the gate had been good at planning ahead."

They can lead her and the two guards to a meeting hall that looks down on the rest of the city, which slopes downhill from the gate and into a valley of farms before rising back up as pine-forested hills.  There is a solid skeleton of stone making up the city beneath the other materials.  Much of the architecture seems to favor octagons and 135° angles.

"Our city was built fairly recently, mostly by one man. Helped keep things well coordinated."

It's certainly very interesting, here.

"Your people didn't build the gate?"

"No.  None of the magics we know can make gates.  The construction is typically ascribed to the three local gods who are most worshipped in this area."

"Your world has gods?"

"Yes.  So far they haven't chosen to speak about the gate's change in location, though we have people on watch at all of the temples in case one shows up."

"Huh. Our world doesn't have gods, though it might've centuries or more ago, if you listen to myths."

"Even if they decide to ignore the gate, our three do usually show up at their yearly feast-days.  The next is in about a month." Gods are important and influential, but rarely useful.  

"Though, we should probably focus on what is in our power to do.  That'll be trading, eventually, once things settle down here."

"We'll need a bit of prep to open a new trade network - hopefully that will coincide nicely with order on your end. My people might also be able to trade help with transportation, depending on how far the other end of the gate had been."

"It'd only be 300 miles if we could walk over the mountains.  The next safe pass for wagons is all the way in southern Mesasoth, and would take over a thousand miles."

"We sent out some people bonded with pegasus, to check up on the other side of the city.  They'll be doing the same.  It'll take a few weeks for any to show up."

She seems to be doing some mental math. "A speed specialist could manage mountainous land at a hundred miles an hour in an emergency, especially in short bursts. Closer to twenty for routine, fifty for urgent. It'd take some finagling to manage moving more than one non-shinobi per messenger, but the messages themselves are easy."

"Impressive.  It wouldn't solve our main issues, but people would be put at ease if they could get news of their missing family members more quickly."