"Amazing! What's that, a circle? Where'd it come from?"

"Mmhmm, it's from the abandoned space station I appeared in. I wasn't sure how hard they were to come by - something like this would be magical in its own right, in my world, and probably very rare, so it didn't seem wise to just leave it."

"Ah, emergency circles are mass-printed, not magical at all. Do you know what the station was?"

"I didn't find a name, and I haven't been able to teleport back to it for some reason - that can happen if a place changes too dramatically, or if I'm trying to do something like teleport into solid rock. I can draw a picture of the general layout, though."

"It's probably moved, most stations are in orbit relative to the Earth. A lot of them may have the same layout but we could ask a forensic demon to get a model of yours and read the name off the side."

"I don't expect it moving to matter, I can teleport onto a ship at sea just fine. I'd appreciate the name, anyway - I left some things there that I'd like to get back eventually."

The interviewer pokes a device. "Demonic fact check is on it. George's article will probably want the name too."

"-how important does that make it that I get there soon, if I want my things back?"

"Uh, d'you want me to send the staff fairy so it doesn't matter if someone loots the place?"

"There's nothing very important, but I'd appreciate it, yes."

The staff fairy is brought in to receive a description of the stuff and where on the station it is.

He gives it. "The spices are the most important, everything else I can replace eventually even if I'm stuck here."

Off she goes. She's back ten minutes later with the spices and everything else.

"Thank you. Did you see anything that would explain why I can't teleport there? If something happened to it, or if it's dangerous in some way now, basically."

"Oh, it depressurized. Door was wide open."

"-I don't know what that is," he directs at the interviewer.

"All the air escaped."

"Huh. That would definitely explain it. Thank you," he tells the fairy.

"You're welcome," she says, and shoos.

"So for our interview, anything I shouldn't bring up or ask about for any reason?" asks the interviewer.

"Nothing that I would expect you to. I did mention Lastai to George, that's the goddess of pleasure; that is actually what it sounds like, among other things, but it's easy enough to talk around. -one moment-" he stares off over her shoulder at nothing in particular. "I have no idea, sir, I thought it was you. ... Of course I am, sir. ... Yes sir. ... Yes sir. ... Any time you like, sir, thank you."

"That was Fharlanghn. He didn't send me here; it sounds like it was a freak accident. He's figuring out how to repeat it now, and he'll be stopping by when he does."

"- in person?"

"Of course. He might not do anything more than look around, though, he didn't say anything about plans."

"What does that imply about travel prospects, George can still sneak in an edit -"

"Good time for it, once he's here. He's less likely to notice travelers who don't pray to him, but it's not strictly required, and he does bless journeys - I'm not sure what that will look like with fairies around, at home it's usually favorable weather, fortuitous meetings on the road, vehicles not getting mired or broken as easily, things like that. You might see some obvious magic from him, too; he makes and repairs roads, in particular, if he happens to notice a need for that - I can put in a request, if you'd like something in particular done, though most of the time he uses his own judgement - he does bless construction efforts, too."