Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"What the shit was that," says Belmarniss. "Is this job more complicated than advertised in some way?"
"If they're willing to burn three fifth-level spells getting here we can't fight. Mahdi has the scroll of Teleport."
"Some logistics failure on their end?" she suggests, putting her hands in the air.
"Very rude, making people stand around in the desert waiting to die or something."
"You have insurance too?" she wonders. "- hey, caravan folks, hands up, whoever just appeared is above our pay grade."
"Hi, I'm - yikes, did they scare you? I asked how this would parse! He really should have specified if it'd parse as 'put your hands up and hold real still'! We're friendly!"
"- wait, what? Prince who? No, this wasn't about you, I'm her from an alternate universe and I asked how this would parse and was apparently badly misled."
"You're claiming you're me from an alternate uni- - uh, am I breaking a law not kneeling?"
"There's four of us all mysteriously pulled from other universes. We have similar names and found you on the list of people with death insurance. Also matching personalities and parents - though not siblings, I'm the only one with a sibling so far unless you have one - other details too, clumsy, write stuff down all the time, that kind of thing -"
"So you were like 'let's send soldiers and uniformed wizards to descend on her at random' and not like, let's get someone to do a Sending about it -"