He'll keep in mind whether he can offer any small magics as conveniences to the stores he visits. :I do not know anybody here well enough to have a preference. Being nearby to where I will be needed for magic or planning seems of value: If the Palace hadn't had room, he had been planning to ask Yavië, as the only other person he sort of arguably is acquaintances with. 

That makes sense! I'll set up a room in the palace. He is actually doing this as he speaks. 

Telepathy is very useful! :Thank you. I will see you in an hour, then:

Leareth can finish his tea sampler and then squeeze in visiting some clothing - not vendors or merchants, exactly, since they're not selling it. Most of the Quendi are taller than he is but hopefully they'll have something in his size. He doesn't think of any very useful application of his world's magic, they're pretty well set up already, but he can show them some illusions of scenes back home, if they'd enjoy that. 

They are delighted! They have some things in about his size; some Quendi are adolescents, after all. They would usually tailor them for him but he can do that himself if he's in a hurry.

Leareth will take not-perfectly-fitting clean clothes over wearing his current clothes for another day while he waits; he would be grateful if they could tailor another couple of outfits and he'll come back to retrieve them tomorrow. 

They can do that!

Leareth thanks them and then heads back to the Palace to look for Nelyafinwë, he can find somewhere to bathe and change after the Gate. 

"Hey! Ready to fetch the scout party?"

"Ready." Leareth has been skimming a bit of magic off every artifact he passes, paying some attention to whether they feel different from each other – at some point he wants to ask about their purposes, find out if he can correlate what his senses detect to what the artifacts do, but that's not his first priority. Anyway, he has enough reserves for a small 850-mile Gate, as long as he doesn't need to hold it too long. "Now?" He looks around for a convenient doorway to build this end on. 

"Yep!"

Gate! He lands it in exactly the same spot as before, and waits. 

They come through after only a few minutes, wet and muddy and exhilarated. 

"Elwë's alive," he says, pulling something out of his backpack and setting it on the floor so as to protect the carpet. "We didn't see him but the people we ran into knew vaguely where he was. East of where we landed. He met a girl."

"What, and ran off with her?"

Shrug. "The people we talked to thought she was a Maia. Guess that's the kind of thing you might run off for." He strokes Huan, who is also standing very still to avoid muddying the carpet.

"Do you have the samples -"

"Yeah. Six of each, different sources." He hands over glass jars of soil and of water. "They've settled most of the continent but - sparsely? They don't build houses, just wander around. We'll piss them off if we strip all the food they eat off the trees but not if we settle down, don't think. There're still orcs, in enough numbers to pose them significant risks. The people we talked to hadn't heard anything about Dwarves."

Leareth takes the Gate down the second they're through, frowns and listens and grabs meanings of words from surface thoughts. 

:Have they invented many technologies since your people came to Valinor?: he asks. :We were speaking of that earlier: 

They have spears. Armor. Bows. Fishing nets, traps for animals. 

Literacy?

Nah. It's really too dark to read anyway.

Metalworking?

Not the ones we talked to. They'd seen swords on people from farther east, though.

:They hunt and fish; do they have methods of preserving meat against decay? That is something that happens here– oh!: Leareth remembers the other item he thought of while he was walking back. :Nelyafinwë, in my world at least, the small-creatures that make meat spoil can also get into wounds and cause infection. I suppose that is not something you would have dealt with here, but in my world it is often the main cause of death after injuries, if Healing magic is not available. Perhaps your people's bodies are better designed to fight infection, just as your eyesight is keener, but I would not take it for granted: 

He nods. 

They smoke fish, or salt it, and keep lobsters alive until they want to eat them. He sounds faintly disapproving. The lobsters do not like this at all.