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 know. If I save everything it's okay but I bet I am very upset about this being lost."
"I know. I - it depends on whether there's a way for Anaander, once she knows of us, to get here. There are lots of ways there might not be. It could be that it takes a Plane Shift and no one on your end can learn to do that. It could be that we figure out some way to reach Mirelótë's gods after all, and they're willing to promise to get in her way if she tries anything. It could be that when I talk with Abadar in the morning he'll have a plan. It could be that you can get enough social competence to keep our world a secret from Anaander. It could be that you or someone else will think of some other solution.
But if none of those things happen, then I don't see how I can send you home. I don't want the rest of Anaander to know about us if she has a way to come for us."
"How can I get social competence?" Rubelite asks Cor, the nearest unoccupied one.
"...heck. Uh, practice helps. ...do you write things down or do you just spaceship things?"
"Okay. Let's get you something to write with. Maybe what Cam has, it seems really fast." He takes her hand and goes to follow Cam.
"Also there's a cooperativeness thing. Can explain more later if you want. - assuming we're permitted private conversations? I guess possibly we aren't."
"You're welcome. Any ideas to help Rubelite that Cor might not think of, I'd be really upset if I were suddenly some smallish percentage of myself and wasn't even going to get to loop in the rest later."