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.
"Entire afterlife system indefensible, replace wholesale?"
"I think I'm gonna like you."
" - anyone actually want me or are you just obliged to lock me up when you see me," he asks a guard.
"I don't think you're needed for anything, your grace."
"Obliged to lock you up when they see you?"
"There are a lot of rules constraining the behavior of the Osirian royal family. 'm not allowed to leave without having gotten my plans approved by security. I didn't, so -"
"Not your fault. Have fun with your interdimensional reunion thing."
"...yeah, uh, let's go find the rest of us."
"Hagan or whatever you're going by now, you wanna come?"
"I am, to be clear, not at all important here and cannot help with much of anything. But I will not turn down an interdimensional family reunion if you want me there."
"I mean I feel kind of bad about blowing your cover and probably all the me's will probably at least tell you what they know about their yous as a consolation prize?"
"Sure." So he comes along.
"Hello, Belmarniss - who's this?"
"Prince Telcar, apparently."
"...oh! Hello, lovely to meet you, I'm Mirelótë Ambela."
"Preoccupied one with wings is Cam, the one over there is Cor. The others are pharaoh-type people who will each have a corresponding you back home."
"...what are you doing here? - oh. Sorry." he says to Hagan.
He bows. "I live to serve, your grace," he says very blandly.
"It's been a very eventful couple of hours," he says quietly.
"Adventuring under an assumed name, teleporting guys recognized him."
"Oh dear. I'm so sorry."
He looks vaguely puzzled at her.
"Mine lives on another less supervised planet wandering around in the wilderness all the time."