Leareth is moderately unhappy too, mainly about the limitations on doing magic, but it's not like that's the biggest risk they're taking here. Probably. 

"Does the pharaoh ever murder people for offending him, or on a whim?" he asks. "Or are we reasonably safe as long as we obey all of the rules?" He's not unsympathetic to that level of paranoia, in general, just... "Is the pharaoh often subject to assassination attempts? I had been under the impression that he is liked well enough by the populace." Maybe not the slaves, but Leareth would expect them not to present much of a threat. 

"He has never to my knowledge murdered anyone for offending him and I'd be astonished if he had. I don't know what the baseline level of assassination attempts is but they'd be foreign agents, not Osirians, almost always. The rules are almost all carried over from the ancient pharaohs, who had considerably more rivals and enemies."

"I see. It is very different from my world, but I can remember and follow that protocol." 

"Sothis, then?"

Mahdi stands up, gestures his possessions back into his bag. "Leareth, Fazil, you're going to have to go in the cargo bag, I don't have the capacity to Teleport five people in one go."

Leareth looks at it with some unease. "What are its properties?" 

Vanyel drags himself to his feet. "It's fine. I don't mind going in it. Leareth would probably prefer not being trapped in any small spaces for the next bit." 

"Sure. Thank you." He doesn't look at Hagan, who seems upset. 

They can climb into the cargo bag.

And Mahdi takes Leareth's hand and offers Hagan his other hand and, once Hagan takes it, Teleports them. 

Sothis is big, and hot and dusty, and populous; the Dome rather looms over the horizon. Mahdi lets everyone else out of the cargo bag.

Leareth considers casting a mobile reverse-weather-barrier around them, but decides it's too conspicuous. :Should we get Vanyel somewhere comfortable first: 

Mahdi and Fazil both look at Hagan. Hagan looks miserable about this but - yeah. If we head towards the Dome there'll be nice hotels. 

There's clearly some awkward social dynamics happening here, but Leareth is missing a lot of context and doubts he can intervene helpfully. Instead he focuses on making sure that Vanyel is being steered in the right direction. 

And they can find a nice hotel, which will have weather magic up around it, and pass across some gold and "I figure Mahdi and Vanyel should stay?"

"Yes, your grace."

"You know," Vanyel says tonelessly, glancing back as he follows Mahdi, "I don't think he actually likes it when you call him that." 

"It might literally be the law," Mahdi says tightly once they're around the corner. "I would have to look it up. I don't know what happens if the law says to obey the prince and to address him with his title and the prince says not to but plausibly what happens is you don't make Axis when you die."

Vanyel is dizzy with lack of sleep and everything hurts and he doesn't appreciably have any filter right now. "No offence but that system is really stupid." 

"Well, apparently Aroden is not dead and still trying to fix it."

The room has a servant in it, cleaning. "I can do it with magic," he tells her, and she flees.

Vanyel spends half a second looking at the bed, trying to assess if it's clean or not, and then gives up and flops onto it and curls up. "M'sorry. Not being any help right now." 

He Alarms the room. "I'm not mad at you. Just - rest, and we'll get stuff figured out."

So Vanyel closes his eyes and tries his best to sleep. It's not very restful. 

And Leareth follows the others, Othersenses on alert. 

"Is it acceptable to use mage-sight inside?" he thinks to clarify, as they approach the dome. 

"I think so. It isn't going to look to the guards like you're doing anything, is it -"

"You and Vanyel do not by default show up to Detect Magic as doing anything, just as weirdly shielded."