"I can make most things I want, informational and logistical support will probably do me."

"We can do that," she nods. "I think we'll need Raafi or Pelor's people or both before we can get much farther into the details; I can set that up."

"Thanks!"

"Thank you!"

And, earlier, elsewhere, Raafi makes his way to the ground and goes to talk to the Limboites.

This is a bustling Limboite city with a lot of stuff, much of it new in the last few days! Everybody looks very cheerful. He gets second looks for having clothes and grey hairs but not third looks; everybody's paying attention to the demons where they've set up to process requests, collecting stuff from them and toting it home or to their vehicles if they have those.

It's pretty excellent.

He wanders around looking for someone likely to be willing to give him advice - government building? temple? He'll take a random person on a park bench if it comes to it but hopefully it won't.

The first recognizable temple is labeled "Underworld's First Temple of Itzamna"; it looks like it must be somebody's Thing, because it's in premodern materials but also in great repair. The doors are wide open and people are going in and out.

In he goes, then.

"Who're you?" says somebody, almost at once.

"Raafi! I'm the one who brought the demons."

"They got brought?"

"This is the second person I've heard claiming credit for bringing the demons just today."

"The demons probably just invented a way to force the concordance and get through it."

"Nope, there's a whole new world yours has made contact with, with new magic. I can demonstrate, if you like. I'm not really here to talk about that, though, I'm looking for advice."

"The Institute for -"

"I don't think that's going to get him to go on his way. Advice on what?"

"The living realm is working out what they want to do about the fact that people will be able to move between the realms regularly soon. I think they should have an advisor from this realm before they make any decisions, but I don't know anyone who'd be interested in the job."

"That reminds me of that weird hobby of Itzel's."

"Oh, yeah, maybe Itzel and her friends want to talk about this."

"Where is Itzel?"

"At this hour probably still in bed. Come on, weirdo, I'll show you to Itzel's house."

"Thank you. What does Itzel do?"

"Well," says his guide, "here she's a volunteer sacrifice to Itzamna but the hobby is something about pretending to go to other universes, she'll have fun with you."

He stops walking. "You know, you could have just said you needed a demonstration in order to take me seriously."

"What? Even if you're actually from another universe she'll know more what to do with you than anybody else we know, relax."

"All right." He continues following.

"Do you usually get a lot of uptake on 'I'm from magicland, if you don't believe me watch this amazing trick' when you pull it on rurals?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't had the chance to try it."

"Uh-huh."

Itzel lives in a tiny house made of glass bottles glued together with mud. She answers on the fourth knock, stark naked. "Whaaaaat?" she says. "You're not supposed to carve my heart out for another week. Did somebody cancel?"

"Nah, nah, this weirdo walked into the temple and I thought you'd like him. Have a weirdo." He gives Raafi a little push in her direction.

He handles this as gracefully as if he sees naked people all the time, just about. "Hi. The name is Raafi; I'm from another universe with different magic. In particular I'm a cleric of the god of travel, there, which includes traveling between realms; I'm not dead."