"We did our best overnight, but can get better ones with more time." She passes them over. They're obviously painstakingly measured and labelled by hand.

Kyeo frowns at them.

"This is not my galaxy," he concludes in fairly short order. "I don't recognize this one on sight."

"Huh. In that case it seems likely it's a Plane Shift to get you home."

"And that is?"

"A spell we have, but - not an easy challenge, to go a place we've never been. We'll of course do whatever we can."

"'Planes' is a term for galaxies?"

"No. But - it seems likelier you got here from another plane than from another galaxy in this plane, since I can't even think how that'd happen, and even if that is what happened the fastest way back will probably be over some other plane."

"- it may be some sort of magical force has invaded the system. Or the Outer Sohaibekans have it -"

" - oh. Yes. That - seems possible. Your command will presumably know whether that's what's happening, but not want to tell you; I'd appreciate it if you'd convey that we want to help and can get magic to their side as well."

"Thank you."

Breakfast is brought. It is eggs and toast and butter and apples; the locals all start eating, though not hurriedly.

Kyeo eats pensively. Eggs first.

"Scry's finished," says the person casting it, when they're finishing breakfast. "...not high enough quality to do magic through, though. Damn it. Can everyone else who's going to want to scry this guy come take a look to help with their familiarity -"

"I'll tell them to do that."

"Thanks." She sighs. "Kyeo, do you want to at least have a look? I'm sorry the scry's low quality, I'll try again as soon as this one's expired."

Kyeo goes and looks.

"- Outer Sohaibekan prisoner of war," he says. "He won't be able to do anything from there."

"Oh. I'm sorry. In that case who should we be trying to reach?"

"I'm - not sure. Anyone else on my ship may also have been taken..."

"Your Supreme Leader?" someone suggests. "This is - important - if your enemies might have magic and you're on a world your people never knew existed..."

"Glorious," corrects Kyeo. "I - maybe - it's not done - my father maybe. He works in the government, not directly under the Glorious Leader but not too many steps away."

"We can try that."

"Suor Sebe Luk."

The cleric dismisses the scry, and starts a new one. Frowning. 

People are muttering to each other.

"I want to ask the Chelish wizard who saw him arrive -"

"Mmm."

"Ask her what?"

" - several things," said the person who said that, a bit stiffly. "Uh. Whether anyone on their side noticed any kind of magical signature associated with your arrival, most directly."

Kyeo nods.

"I should....explain Cheliax." She looks sort of unsure of this, though, on the whole.