"Angels and demons can, but I don't know how common it is among themselves; fairies vary - these are all names for types, in my language, not specific species - and I don't think elementals do, though I'm not sure what they do instead, they're not all immortal. My druid friend is one of the more humanoid types of earth elemental, and she was raised by elves, but she's not half or anything, just adopted."

"Huh. How many sapient species do you know of?"

"All of them, not just mortal ones? The usual estimate is a hundred or so mortal species on the material plane, and then..." he spends a few seconds doing math under his breath. "I'd guess around five hundred, all told. Some of those will be very rare, though."

"- that's incredible. Are they all very different?"

"There's really a lot of variety. The most common species are all pretty similar to humans, though - that's elves, dwarves, gnomes, and halflings. Those are all humanoids, and there's at least a few more less-common species of us - plus giants, if you count them - and then the animalfolk are the next most similar group, and then the goblinoids, and then it starts getting really exotic, fae and centaurs and dragons and things."

"...wow. Can I get you to draw some of these for me? So I don't lean too hard on what folkloric things they sound like."

"Sure."

George supplies pencil and paper.

And Raafi sketches. He's not experienced at it, exactly, but he's familiar with what makes an illustrative drawing useful, picking out defining characteristics for special attention and adding notes like 'also the women' on dwarven beards and 'scales start dull, become metallic in some types' on the dragon.

George summons the photographer, who takes some candids of Raafi and the drawings as he finishes them. "Can she get a look at the storage room?" George asks.

"This is the photographer? What are you doing, exactly?"

"I'm taking pictures." She shows him the display on her camera.

"Oh, is that how you get such realistic pictures in your books? What are you going to do with these?"

"They'll accompany the articles I'm writing," says George.

"Well, it's kind of a mess in there, but as long as you don't show the back shelves I suppose it's all right." He lays out the cloth again and leads the way down. "This is technically a separate plane, it's not possible to teleport in or out even with a picture, otherwise I'd be a little more cautious about it, in case we make contact with my world again soon. I'd still rather nobody be able to recognize which of my things are magic that easily."

"Why not?" asks George, as the photographer goes down.

"Mostly on general principle, right now. In my world I'd be worried about making myself a target for theft."

"I'll keep the back shelves out of frame," says the photographer.

"Thank you."

He'll show off the other contents of the room as much as they like.

Eventually she asks him to pose for some less candid shots.

He can do that, too, and thinks to ask if she'd like a picture of his holy symbol - "it's not magic itself, but it's an important connection to my god," he explains. "If anyone here wants to try for clerichood, they'll need to make themselves one, it's the only part of the process that you can't just guess at and maybe get right."

She takes some pictures of the holy symbol. "Are you interested in evangelizing here?" wonders George.

"No, it's not that kind of religion and I'm not that kind of cleric. I do think people should have the option available if they feel called to it, though."

"What if they just want the magic?" he wonders lightly.

"Well, it's up to Fharlanghn, ultimately, but I wouldn't expect that to work very well for them. Being a cleric runs on devotion - I was a traveler first, and I'll be traveling 'till I die, and it's nice that I get magic for it, but that'd be true even if I didn't. If it wasn't, he would never have noticed me."