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.
"There is a person back in my world who I need to make a difficult request of, which will oblige him to be willing to sacrifice a lot for faraway strangers, and he has an alt here, and I think meeting the alt might be a promising way to get him interested in this."
"Ah, not so much the tourism. ...If you have time and happen to see anybody who looks like the same kinda thing as me can you ask them if they died when they were a baby or not?"
And he can walk whoever wants to watch down to the place where people from the palace access magical transit, and Gate from there to Cam's house.
"Yeah, I'll write people who wouldn't want to stay but also wouldn't miss summonses if there were weird side effects. Amriac'll probably want to hang out with all the Macalaurës. I gave Valinor the Library of - uh, I gave them a bunch of media and told them how to send commentary and the curators'll have found them and their stuff by now, I haven't talked to her in a while but she'd be all over Elf music."
"Great. Can you check for Ingwes in any of the universes we know of - minus the fairy one I guess - so I can be more thorough here -"
"If there's a bunch of him there's likelier to be a helpful him, and he's likelier to want to get off on a good foot with the rest of the universe."
Cam writes to Amriac and sets about checking his mail for a response. "Summoning might ignore your beetle shell like Promise's gates do," he remarks.
"Worth checking. - I am very annoyed how many things ignore my beetle shell but I guess it says unambiguously good things about our odds against the beetle."
"Promise and whatever nonsense dumped us here, so far? Am I forgetting anything?"