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.
"Oh. Do humans not answer questions? Oh, that was a question. Okay. I'm trying to learn." She nods, and doesn't answer.
"Our world doesn't have magic. They're not going to get anything out of her, Khemet, come on -"
"Are you sure you want to meet her. Don't you think she'll be upset about the murder."
"Oh!" says Rubelite in Anaander's direction. "It's some you! Only a little bit though."
"I have never met you before unless the rest of me did it VERY recently and unexpectedly! I know what you look like because all of you look the same."
"A little bit of me got stolen here same as a little bit of you, and as all of these people. There's a writeup explaining everything, but it's written for humans."