"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Herald-Mage Savil. Vanyel's aunt." She says it on automatic, despite her confusion, this wasn't part of the message. "Van...?" 

Dara answers for him. "We met her on the Dhorisha Plains and she's from another world and - actually I think we should just have a meeting with everyone and she can explain, but she has a really really important project she could do here and that we could help with." 

Savil's politely puzzled look shifts back to Tarinda. "Oh?" 

"Um, I'm from another universe which is run by a smart machine and I want to build one here so it can make everyone immortal and stuff."

...Savil has no idea how to respond to that. 

"We've talked about it a lot on the journey, but we really should meet with everyone so she only has to explain things once," Vanyel says, a bit wearily. "You can Truth Spell her about it if you want, but - I think it's a good idea." 

"And she's shown us pretty conclusive proof of the 'other world' part." 

Savil unfreezes herself. "Hmm. Randi's pretty tired, he had an audience this afternoon, and you must be tired too from the journey. Is tomorrow morning all right?" 

"I'm kind of in a hurry but if he can't see me today that's okay."

Savil seems a little confused but nods. "We could have a meeting with everyone else and Shavri could catch him up after?" 

"Sure!"

Then Yfandes can be deposited at the Heralds' stables, and Savil recruits a servant to carry Vanyel and Dara's baggage back to their rooms (except for Urtho's notes, which Vanyel grabs), and leads the two of them to a meeting-room while Mindspeaking the rest of the Senior Circle. 

Tarinda follows the humans.

"Savil, another thing," Vanyel says as they walk. "I wanted to have Melody unblock my Foresight as soon as possible. Ideally tonight." 

Surprised glance over her shoulder. "Oh? ...You want to talk to Leareth. About what Tarinda's working on?" Her nose wrinkles. "That seems like it might not be the best idea." 

"I am almost certain that he has the resources to help her more effectively than we can. And - based on what we learned on our mission, which I should also debrief about but Tarinda's thing is a higher priority, I'm not sure it is a bad idea to ask. You know what he's trying to do." 

"...Yes, and it does not reassure me on this front!" 

"He wants to fix the unfixable problems in the world. I am almost certain he's sincere about that part. And Tarinda has a better way of doing that." 

"Yes, and he might try to kidnap her so he can do it for himself!" 

"I think he might struggle with that." 

They've reached the meeting-room. 

"Can we put off arguing about this until after," Vanyel says dully. "Please let Tarinda say her piece first." 

Savil glances back at Tarinda.

:You seem to have decided to trust her to an extent I don't really understand: she sends, privately. :You realize we can't automatically trust your judgement here, right: 

:I realize that. Just - hear her out, please?: 

A tired-looking woman in green robes, her dark curls streaked with grey, rises and nods to Tarinda. "I'm Healer Shavri. Lifebonded to the King, who I'm afraid can't join us tonight, but apparently you have something urgent to tell us about?" 

"It's not exactly a traditional definition of urgent because the thing I urgently need to do is undertake a likely decades-long project to improve the standard of manufacturing in this world so I can build something. But that will take however long it takes, and once it's done, the thing I build can make everyone immortal, like they are in my world, so if I start a day earlier I save an extra day's worth of dying people even if it's a hundred years off. I'm from a place with much higher technology, and we invented machines that can think, before I was born, and there's no limit to how smart a thinking machine can be if you give it enough machinery to do it with, and one day we came up with ones that started out smart enough to try to secure their own additional machinery and make themselves smarter. They had a war, we call it the Quiet War because it was mostly very inconspicuous to humans, and one of them won, and it was a good one. We call it Sing. My understanding is that Leareth is trying to build a magic construct that thinks instead of a machine, but has roughly the same idea, except his version is not already running a solar system full of happy immortals and mine is and also his will kill a bunch of people just to get off the ground and mine won't. If he has the advantage Vanyel thinks he might at manufacture, and his explanation of his goals is sincere, he can put down his project and pick up mine, but my idea was that Vanyel could just say he met someone with an idea similar to Leareth's to take his temperature on collaborating rather than letting on that mine isn't magical at all. That way, if Leareth doesn't seem like he'll be helpful, I can just go somewhere far away and invent non-magical things for money and do it that way, and the non-magical things won't be conspicuously related."