Glir's glowing device makes a noise and he picks it up to peer at it. "City's empty," he says. "Is 'city' about the right range? - also how many rooms do you want between you?"

"Depends on the size of the city but probably. Uh..." she looks at the others. 

"...Is 'one big one' an option? We've been--being separated wasn't safe." 

"Yeah, they have those for orcs who move in already alive instead of waking up from dead." He leads them into a big elevator and it takes them up and he shows them a big room with forty large beds in it.

"Orcs?" Yttren asks. 

"That's us. Uh, if that sounds weird in your language, I can adjust my translation magic so it stops."

"The word I'm hearing refers to my species," he explains.

"Okay, lemme - uruk? Better?"

 "Yeah, thanks." 

"Does this room look okay to you?"

"It looks fine. Thank you so much--for everything--" she hugs Dakker. 

"Of course. Uh, I can leave you alone if you want, but the way you get food here is with that machine over there, it's called a replicator, and it's programmed with a bunch of languages but not any of yours. Do you want me to stock you up with a bunch of stuff that'll keep for a while - with the replicator if you recognize the recipes, or make an order with Erdanet Inc. for something conjured if you don't - or I can just stay with you? - also they made all the bathrooms in here look like what new orcs are going to be used to, I don't know if that's very universal design."

"...Help getting acclimated would be good. Uh, food that'll keep is good just on, you know, general principles, but help would definitely be good." 

Glir shows them the bathroom - it does look sort of weird but at least they're all humanoids here - and starts scrolling through the replicator catalog for them to see if anything looks familiar. "I have the healing spell so even if anything disagrees with you you'll be fine but it's better to get you something that's right for your species anyhow," he says.

There's a lot of non-overlap but the refugees recognize apples and rice and pork and a handful of other raw food materials. 

Then they can have stuff made of recognizable ingredients. "If I'm ever out of this room for any reason that button," he points to a big one on the wall, "calls for help - I can set it so it gets me in particular first." He does this. "Uh, oh, and if you ever want to switch contact people you can do that. No questions asked, won't get me in any trouble all by itself either if you worry about that. - you need anything or wanna ask any questions?"

"...Not...super sure where we go from here, to be honest. The last few years have been just--how can we survive until tomorrow."

"Okay, well, you don't have to rush, at all. Some people stay in their hotel room a long time before they come see what's up and you can too if you like. ...somebody might come ask you for more civil war context and stuff though, if you don't mind. If you do mind they might still want a telepathic image of someplace in your world to get there with but then they could ask people there."

"I don't...think we mind." She looks at her friends. 

"I mind a little but I can just hide in the bathroom or something during," Proust opines. 

"Sure, that works fine," says Glir. "Uh, as far as you know is there anything going on civil war wise that needs attention in an hour instead of in a week?"

"...Well, it's a war, there will be more dead people in a week than in an hour, but if you can resurrect people not really." 

"It's not fast - not that many people can do it. But yeah, they won't be gone forever."

Nod. 

--Something occurs to her. 

"Is there--is there any way to convert effort into it happening faster--my parents are among the dead--"

"Uh, you can try to get vetted for one of the powers that they use for it. Or you can try to slow down demand if you have a way to de-age people or make them immortal, that'd make it faster in the long run. If you just want to get a couple people handled early you can pay to jump the queue with money though. Or if your parents were specifically important you can make a case for that."

"My parents were a geneticist and a housewife...if you don't have Elves here I could make a pitch for the value of Elf geneticists. Uh, translation's being a little wibbly, when you say 'immortality' do you mean 'can't die' or 'doesn't age past maturity.'"