Eventually, Isteri, but not Istevi's third girlfriend shows up, alongside Isteri. The blue gets tattoos of her own and eventually comes closer to watch Lia train the Frostbite spell.

"It's difficult to aim it very precisely," she tells Patiri, "So far I've only been able to direct it at whatever I am pointing at, broadly." She demonstrates. The Frostbite spell produces a stream of ice at the patch of ground she is pointing to, flash-freezing the grass. "I... get the sense that I might be able to get better at controlling it, however. Just, it's going to take more than a few hours of practice to get anywhere with that." She keeps working on it, paying attention to the sense of her magicka reserves and stopping to let them refill before they get too empty. 

(She smiles at Isteri in greeting when she comes over to watch.)

Isteri comes close and waits for an opening. "I am hoping that we - the amentans - could all get together and figure out a coordination plan." She sighs. "I am not sure we will be able to get Istevi's other two girlfriends to work with. At least one of them was not willing to talk, even to me."

"Zofin might. I think she is just overwhelmed and introverted by nature."

"Does she just need some space to think, or should someone go talk to her?"

Patiri just offers a helpless shrug. "It was... all very shocking. Istevi was really good at making us feel loved." Then bitterly she says. "Maybe he was dating Green in hopes of passing on good actor genes."

"Oh, dear. Okay. I think space to think might be good." She ponders for a moment. "Maybe write her, and the other notes. That would be less intrusive then a person to person conversation."

She doesn't really know Istevi well enough to comment on his motives. "That sounds like a good idea, assuming the other - what's her name? - wouldn't mind that. It sounds like she's taking this much worse than either you or Zofin." 

"Her name is Mura. We... had to retrain her from attacking Istevi. Security was around - a bunch of other people were fighting - and they gave her a warning and she managed not to get kicked out from Milliways."

"Oh, that's... a little extreme, maybe, but if emotions were running high - oh, or is she Grey?" She'd just been assuming they were all Green, given that the two she'd met were. 

"Green."

"Every caste has people that react badly to being cheated on."

"I suppose," she agrees, sheepish. "I guess I was stereotyping. Hm, who's going to write to them? Do we just want to keep them updated on decisions made, or are we including them in discussions? That might be a bit tedious, waiting for responses like that. Though, I still have my everything, I suppose I could keep them updated that way, assuming they have theirs and text messaging even works in here?" 

"You can get wifi if the door is open... I am not sure if that's true beyond the barroom area."

"I think... we should take decisions if they don't want to interact live, but we can rearrange that depending on how willing they are to cooperate. And we should sit down and discuss all our options that we can discuss before contacting them. I can write them."

"Alright." Back to the bar? 

Hm, it's right there, but she casts Clairvoyance anyway, to see what it looks like. A trail of pale blue mist forms in front of her, leading towards the building.

The two follow. "Good. It's probably wise to keep at least one of us in the bar area."

"Ideally two, actually the more the better, but with two one can go away and warn the others."

The barroom is a bit emptier than before, but they can mostly see the same faces. Noticeably, there is a young man with black crystal growing out of his arm in a way that looks rather painful, but his expression is more tired than pained.

"I won't mind staying whenever I'm not onshift or sleeping," is Lia's input. 

When they reach the bar area, she motions towards the young man, turning to look at the other two Amentans, "That looks like magic," she says. "Though, maybe not a kind we want," she adds. On top of looking painful, growing crystals out of your body sounds... pretty gross.

Still, "I could go ask him about it while you two start on making plans?" 

"That would be good." Eyeing the growing crystal with some weariness. "Thank you, don't be afraid to interrupt us if anything comes up."

They take the nearest available table.

Nod. She goes over to the table the man is sitting at. 

"Excuse me. I'm Liarae Aradin. I'm... representing some people who are looking to trade what we have for magic, if you'd be interested in that?" 

"Oh," he waves at the sit in front of him. "Does your world have room for a dozen or so people?"

She sits, "I don't think we could do that, no," she says. "It would definitely be noticed, and we hardly have enough room for our own people, as it is. We have some technology native to our world, and two of us can do some magic of our own. What happened that caused you to need a place for a dozen people to go?" 

"Long story short. My kind of magic can duplicate things, including people and on the way to a new colony planet me and a few others got stranded on a island with a crystal that will spit out a clone of us every so often. We haven't figured out how to escape."