"Ah-" she gives her room number, "I think I might stay in the barroom for a little longer, though. I'll see you later?" 

Blink. "I meant, sorry. I meant your neighborhood." But she writes that down in her pocket everything.

"Oh!" She coughs, sheepish, and gives that information as well. It's a decent Grey neighborhood in Eleseo. 

Isteri writes that down. Looks at her notes. And says. "Actually, I think leaving the barroom for a while might do me some good. I know dealing with this is my caste's job, but..." she trails off and shakes her head. "I will just give myself some alone time to organize my head. But you can come get me if the need arises."

And assuming Liarae has nothing to say against this, she takes her leave, looking awfully tired.

The flow of bar patrons waxes and wanes, and a short while after Isteri had left, a Green comes down stairs.

Liarae has no protests, "That's understandable, this is a pretty crazy thing to have dropped on your lap." She doesn't envy her. "I'll see you later." 

Oh, is this the green Isteri mentioned? She supposes there could be more than one, but she'll wave her over to the table she's occupying. "Hello, are you-" hm, she never got any of their names. She clears her throat, "One of Istevi's girlfriends?" She gives her an apologetic look for putting it that way, since it sounds like that whole situation is a bit rocky, but it's her only reference point. 

Patiri purses her lips, but then puts a polite smile. It's not like Lia is guilt for what happened. "Yes, Patiri Kered. He mentioned another Grey came along, but forgive me, I just remember 'Lia' as part of your name."

"Liarae Aradin, though you can call me Lia if you like. Sorry - he didn't tell me any of your names, or I wouldn't have asked like that." She looks around at the other patrons, "He mentioned you were sticking around to see if you could trade for anything useful. Have you found anything yet? Or met anyone interesting?" 

"I have talked to some people, so did Istevi. There are some kinds of magic, but most appear to require to be born, conceived or spend awhile in the world of origin. Or study for years until there is any sign of progress. But I traded my pocket everything for a couple dozen times it's worth, and my old emergency pocket everything for this." She takes something out of her pocket, made out of crystal with elaborate braids of green and golden string, the crystal has a smooth hole through the middle. "It reveals if something is magical or not."

"That's interesting. I guess it'll be useful for any future trades, too." She pulls out her own pocket everything, "I wonder if there's anyone around right now with something good to trade?" She looks around.

While she does this, the door opens to admit a new patron.

-Oh! Milliways again. It's been a while. He steps inside, closing the door behind him. It's a pretty full house, too, lots of people to meet - he looks around for any familiar faces, and eventually notices one at a table a ways away from the door. A Linnea alt! That's interesting, he hasn't seen one of those before, unless there was one with a different face. He makes his way over to where the grey-haired Linnea alt is speaking with a green-haired woman. 

"Hi! You look like someone I know. Has anyone explained alts to you?"

She looks up at him, "Hi? No one's mentioned that word, no," she looks to Patiri to see if she knows what he's talking about. 

Patiri shakes her head. "Hi, please explain."

"So sometimes you'll run into people who are essentially you, if you'd been born and raised in another world. Sometimes they have the same face as you, but sometimes they don't - I've met both, myself, and different sexes, too. These are called alts." He motions at grey-haired Linnea, "I have a friend named Linnea back in my world, she looks just like you, excepting the hair. She's a warrior, does a lot of guard missions, has four kids, though I've never met them so I can't tell you much about them." 

"...I see." She stares at him for a long moment, "I suppose 'warrior who does a lot of guard missions' could describe my job? My name is Liarae. I don't have any kids, yet, though I'm pregnant with twins, right now." 

"Oh, amazing. Have you been to Miliways before then?" She raises the amulet of magic detection and peers through it.

"A few times, yeah! The first time was some kind of my-alts day at Milliways, and I've been here a few more times besides. I don't think I've ever met anyone from your world, though!" 

He is definitely magical! He himself, as well as several items on his person, and his vest, pants, and jewelry - which includes a pendant, two rings, and an earring. 

"We're from Amenta. I'm... not really sure how to describe it. We have seven castes each associated with a colour, and our hair colours usually match? I'm a grey, we do military and policework and sports and some other physical activities." She thinks back to the few science fiction novels she's read, "Most of us are only fertile in the spring? It takes five years for us to grow from infancy to adulthood..." She looks to Patiri for any comments, notes that she's looking through the amulet, "We don't have magic," she adds, "As far as I know."

"We don't. I had to trade for this. And he does. I am a Green, we do work that requires intellectual and creative thinking, like scientific research and the arts."

"Huh," he leans against the table, "I wonder if our years are different? Most people back home reach adulthood around 18. Lifespan varies, among mortals - most Men live about 60-70 years, but some of the Mer can live for a few thousand. I've met a few people from caste systems in Milliways, but I don't know of anyone back home who does it. I haven't heard of everywhere, though."

He peers at the amulet, "I do have magic, it's true," he adds.He glances at Liarae, then back to her friend, "Do you want some? If you step out into my world our magic system will latch onto you. You can have some of my enchanted odds-and-ends too, if you want, though they'll need recharging eventually, and you'll need some materials and magicka to cast the spells for that." 

Blink. "I would be very interested in magic. Assuming it's safe? Does it come with some drawback?"

"It's safe as far as I can tell, though I've only heard back from one of the people I helped get it. No drawbacks, you just have a limited pool of magicka to cast from, which refills over time if you use some. One of the people I met didn't like the method most people use to learn spells? We have enchanted spellbooks which send you into a trance and then imprint the equations and manipulations necessary to cast a spell into your mind when you read them. I got her a book on spell-creation theory so she could figure it out the long way, though, so there's ways around that, too." 

Patiri nods, excitedly. "What can your magic do?"

"Lots of things! A lot of it is combat oriented, but our world is pretty dangerous as these things go, and you can build spells that aren't - it takes a while to do that, though, you can maybe manage a spell or two a year.

"There's five branches - Destruction, Illusion, Restoration, Alteration, and Conjuration. Destruction is mostly elemental magic - fire and ice and lightning are most common. Illusion is, well, illusion, along with some emotion and mind-affecting spells. Restoration does healing and purifying - removing poison and burning undead and such. Alteration is pretty varied, does everything from letting people breathe water to magic and life sight to calling up light. Conjuration summons beings and animals from other planes. Not sure if you'll be able to do the last one in another world, the person I heard back from wasn't interested in trying it." 

Head tilt "Undead?"