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.
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.
"I think I want to retry the rest of Annie's world-flung-people scries now that we know at least some of them work. We have an appointment with Bella tomorrow afternoon her time, in the event we don't call you again before then anything we should tell her for you?"
"We would spend less of the meeting trying to convince her she can tell us things if you happen to have a way to encode a message for her about how persuasive we were or something."
<You can try to loop me in for the meeting if you want but there's nothing inimitable, with Yeerks.>
"The thing only works for one person at a time. I guess Cam could bankroll the purchase of another if there's likely to be another on sale anywhere at the moment."
"There are probably a couple more in the country. I can make it known that we'd buy one but I wouldn't be very surprised if there were no takers."
"So probably no conference calls unless it comes about that we can bust you out of Park Jail. ...hey, does that grass look about like where the Elf soul scry was to anybody else?"
"Whoever goes through can Teleport to the Elf. Assuming they'll be safe if they wake up there?"
<People would want to be sure they weren't a Yeerk infiltrator but assuming you've explained yourselves there won't be problems.>
"We can try the diplomatic overture option, yes. Do the socially acceptable species get dinged for talking to the less so ones?"
<Be very careful about Yeerk infiltration, if you're sending anyone back and forth to our world or leaving traces someone could use to do that. I don't think it's likely but it'd be disastrous.>
And they can go back to scrying for far-flung Elves and Dwarves again. "Dwarves might just be immune to scrying," Annie remarks.