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.
And they can go back to scrying for far-flung Elves and Dwarves again. "Dwarves might just be immune to scrying," Annie remarks.
"Yeah. - here's another spot an Elf died in. I couldn't tell you if it looks Earthy since I've never looked at Earth before."
"That's four Earths now? As common as Ardas. Though this scrying method won't find Ardas so maybe they're actually commoner."
"It could find Ardas if anybody got flung from one to another. Or if more Earths are butterflies to Arda's caterpillar."
"Natives include -" conjure - "this guy! I wonder why both of us seem to have one most overwhelmingly most common face. Hey Rubelite how many faces have you got?"
"The ones for Bella and Matirin were similar but they were constrained by the word limit."
"Hello, we're a collection of alternate universe versions of you and another template assembled by mysterious forces and seeking more to capitalize on multiversal opportunities, you can respond telepathically to this message, a telepath on our end is relaying in both directions so we can all talk to you."
- the person on the other end of the scry startles.
If you do not know anything about fairies and how to safely communicate with us, stop talking.
He glances around to see if anyone knows anything about fairies and how to safely communicate with them.