"What, you want me running around loose?"

"I'd say we have enough evidence that you're trustworthy."

"Ha, and I didn't even have to tell you my secret." Wag wag.

Hee.

"I'll see you in the morning, then."

In the morning Cam has been shunted back to his house in Hell by his dismissal, a mildly interesting fact he has already reported to appropriate periodicals.

And eventually Raafi and Kat appear by his pool, and Raafi pings Cam's computer with his shiny new one to let him know they're there.

"Hi Mister Bus!" says Cam, sweeping in. "- I've been getting updates from Sweetheart. Should I change my wings over before or after we go?"

"Before, I can't target well enough with a Plane Shift to be sure we'll land somewhere they won't panic people. You should take the translation necklace, too, until we find a trustworthy polyglot to give you their languages." He takes it off and hands it over.

"Thanks! I'll be back in two shakes with feathers on." He ducks out and comes back a minute later; he has also blackened his tail to match the new wings.

"Looks good. Anything else before we go?" He offers his free hand.

"Oh damn, I forgot to pack," Cam deadpans, taking it.

And a moment later they appear in the grass a dozen yards off from a wide dirt road, with trees in the middle distance in one direction and a town just visible in the other, with a wagon heading toward it, away from them; it's drizzling, and the sun is high enough to suggest late morning or early afternoon. Raafi chants again, and they're teleported to a low stone dais in a bustling city plaza ringed by stone-and-wood storefronts, with people of half a dozen different species shopping or sitting to chat or otherwise going about their business; the sun is still high, but the rain is gone, here. "Welcome to Greens."

"Oh, this is delightful. What are those -"

"Humans you know; the shopkeeper over there is a dwarf; the little ones there are halflings; that's an elf with the hawk on her shoulder - scout, I think, not a wizard but she might have some magic - the bouncer there is a half-orc, don't stare - the man with the horns is probably a tiefling, don't stare at him, either-"

    "That's Zik, he's friendly enough."

"Ah, don't worry about it, then."

"They're nice horns, I know people with horns back home." He's rustling his wings as he tries to get used to them.

"He's fond of them," Kat nods, leading the way down to the cobblestones. "Did you want to have a look around, or go to the temple first?"

"I'd like to be loosely oriented, know which way's which."

They can walk around for a while, then. The temple is a reasonably prominent landmark, but the baths (also run by Lastai's clerics, though more quietly) are a bigger one, and so is Pelor's temple. Greens has only a small wizarding district, but Raafi makes a point of showing it to him, and the adjacent adventurer's district, which can be a bit boisterous but is the place to go for both magic items and various entertainment, for example the troupe of halfling acrobats performing on a stage there when they pass through.

"Wizard stuff!" says Cam, wagging as they go through. "I wonder if I'll have enough spare time to pick that up too, I probably can't just layer it on top of something I'd already be doing."

"It might be a bit much with everything else you're taking on - there are self-study books, though, if you want to try anyway, I can get a title out of my notes when we get back to the temple. It might be worth stopping by Boccob's temple in Hempholme, too, for advice; they already know about the situation and they're always interested in helping people learn wizardry."

"I'll see if I have any spare time. I'm decent at self-teaching."

"We'll see how it goes, then. Was there anything else you wanted to see?"

"I'll let you know if anything specific takes my fancy. Temple's fine now."

And they can head back. The first stop, past the entryway with its signs offering various classes and workshops, is an office, where Katri tells the junior cleric at the desk to arrange rooms for Cam and Raafi. That taken care of, she shows them the rest of the building: on the first floor, a small but well-decorated sanctuary containing Lastai's altar, larger dining room, offices, and a couple of small multipurpose rooms including one stocked with various sturdy kinds of artwork that Kat explains is for giving people a safe and interesting place to take drugs. The second floor and part of the third are taken up by bedrooms for the clerics and various guests, and the third floor also has an art room (currently in use by a pottery class), a music room, and a large classroom furnished with cushions and pillows rather than desks and chairs.

"This is a nice place. Looks kind of like a community center."