Sure! He will invite Findekáno over.

Vanyel catches up a few minutes later with Stef and Leareth. “All right, sounds like we’re talking artifact logistics?”

"I guess so! What all do you need -"

"I mean, early on as long as we have the Gate and the walls we can piggyback on production here, so nothing else is urgent. But eventually -" he raises an eyebrow at Maitimo - "we don't want to plan on continued access to Vinyamar."

"He's too distracted to hurt you," he says, quietly and a little sadly. "But yes, I think ideally all the cities are self-sustaining, we don't get many of the benefits of having different cities in the first place if they're not. So -"

He consults a list. "Refrigeration. Heating, for houses and for forges. Mechanical looms. Communications. Water purification, especially if we're going to have humans. Personal shields..." Maitimo is probably not going to be giddy over Leareth and in such a generous mood any time soon, so it will be a long list.

Vanyel takes notes. “Leareth, what do you have for comms artifacts...?”

“I am sorry, what?” Leareth blinks. “Oh, right.” He tries to refocus, set aside the confusion about whatever that thought he semi-accidentally caught from Findekano - all right, fine, he was somewhat paying attention deliberately, just in case there was any unsaid political context here, he feels fairly out of the loop on that still. 

Maitimo being apparently giddy over him is probably a different kind of missing context...

“Sure, there is...” He starts making a list, still somewhat distracted.

"Are any of these things standard enough we can just barter for them in Velgarth? Save your time for the ones that are the state of the art -"

“Not with the design modifications to link to one of your artifacts, although plausibly we could try to send some designs across and pay or barter for them to be made there.”

"Right. Or import mages, but I'd want to be very sure of them, given how much trouble a mage can make in a society without any -"

“That depends if any of the humans turn out to be Gifted,” Vanyel reminds him. “Hey, Leareth, how much teaching experience have you got?”

Leareth smiles. “Almost certainly more than you.”

And Leareth might not himself be able to read Maitimo, because Maitimo's facial expression is rather pleasantly neutral, but Findekáno has known him for two thousand years and has known something about him no one else did for a thousand years and can absolutely read that facial expression - it's I want - and he would, in different company, or if it were earlier in Leareth's recovery, quietly draw Maitimo's attention to that but on this day it's not even a disaster if Leareth eventually guesses.  

"If the humans are Gifted will they notice themselves, or will it mostly be useless until they've had some training -"

Leareth is so torn between wanting to finish hearing that thread of thoughts, and the fact that it's actually pretty distracting. "I am not sure. They are unlikely to get very far with it without any training, but in Velgarth, even completely untrained mages can often - spark fires, or move nearby objects without touching them, for example. And untrained Gifts can manifest more strongly in life-threatening emergencies, to hold off an attacking wild animal, perhaps. But they would not be very useful. Certainly it would at that point make little difference to how dangerous a trained Velgarth mage on the loose could be." 

"You can be sure of Heralds," Vanyel says, though his face is oddly distant as he says it. "Our mages had heavy casualties during the last war, but we've got a few Herald-Mages still who aren't quite as pressingly needed back home as Savil." 

"We've already asked so much of Valdemar. If any would like to come we'll pay them, though."

Nod. "Rethwellan, our neighbour, has a number of mage-schools that I tried to get a foothold with on this last trip. One of them, White Winds, has an especially good reputation for reliable and ethical mages. But it'd be a lot of diplomatic legwork getting to a point where Randi would feel comfortable asking them to come. Or telling them the full story, even. Our neighbours can't be oblivious to the fact that there's something very odd going on in Valdemar, but we haven't made your world's existence fully public with anyone except Karse, since we're very closely allied with Queen Karis." 

"There are mages with my Velgarth organization as well," Leareth says quietly. "It is not that many who I would trust fully even in your world, but, some. I suppose it would depend if you trust my judgement on that." 

"I'd be happy to interview anyone you recommend. - Shouldn't be on the agenda today but Van, that reminds me, eventually I am imagining we'll be disruptive enough within Velgarth to run into some of the problems Leareth ran into?" Fond glance. "And I would understand Valdemar wanting to tread very cautiously there."

"Oh." He makes a face. "I had honestly not put nearly enough thought into that. I guess it feels like surely the deities over there can't do anything to us here. But - they can do things to Valdemar, so you're right, I think it deserves some thought." 

"One could almost feel bad for them," Leareth says dryly. "They must be so very confused." 

"Poor gods."

That expression, too, is obvious, if you're someone who has known him a while.

Now Leareth is smiling despite himself. And is going to try to pay somewhat less attention to Findekáno's thoughts, and to put aside trying to figure out how he feels about - any of that - until sometime that isn't literally in the middle of a logistics meeting.