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.
- headshake. "All this nonsense around that could hurt us really badly if it cared to, we can't do anything that'll make anyone - feel obliged or invited or inspired to intervene. I suspect I can talk to her, because I am good at that."
Interested parties can get lessons in arcane magic from the person who tutors royalty in it.
Arcane magic is done by learning spells, and spells are complicated to follow and to hold in your mind; everyone develops a different shorthand for them, and even the shorthand can stretch several pages for a simple spell. Here's a longform account of a very simple spell; it'll take hours to get through, and probably weeks to be fluent with.
"You might actually have better luck with mine? Since you're all me. That'll cut your learning curve down a fair bit if you don't have to do as much translation work in your heads to get your first cantrips down. But the translation spell isn't your friend there."
"- Promise says," says Pelape, as she flips through a letter that appeared a moment ago on the floor, "that her system's learnable too."
"That makes sense - I can pick up local languages pretty fast, Annie knows them already, I'm not sure about Rubelite -"
"It will not take me very long especially if Cam can format convert written corpuses into this server we have now for me and Anaander! Don't worry, it's partitioned really well."
"And Cor and Pelape and if he's ever less busy Cam and possibly Bella depending on her priorities can do Promise's thing."
"Mirelótë'll have a nice Quendi-friendly explanation I can pick up very fast."
"Is this a surprise? Did you pursue magic before a lot of it fell on your head in the form of a crown?"
"That isn't why, though, the university had a requirement that if you wanted to get access to their artifacts you had to let somebody who'd touched the mind-reading one in range."