"Our wizards, like our mages in general, come from around the city."

"I know, you said. Can you give us names or places?"

"...very few mages take well to solicitations, but you can speak to Daphilys. She will meet you in Iuny, which you can find by following this map."

She searches through the paperwork for several minutes, until she hands it to him.

Daernir looks surprised that this worked, if Lintalai didn't get a name. He's not sure if that means he got a bad wizard, or she would have given it sooner to the girl asking? Priests are still weird.

"Thank you. And thank Neselthia..."

She smiles.

"If that will be all?"

He nods.

Lintalai takes a picture of the map and goes out with Daernir.

He doesn't leave any more coins on the way out, but he does pray a little about Lintalai being able to have money of her own soon.

And then they are back on the city streets, map in hand and knowledge acquired.

"Do you want to find an inn, or try to find the wizard first? Or maybe just talk about what we want to do next?"

"I think I should figure out how I can earn some money. Do you think people would pay to listen to music from my pocket everything? Or - I could take a picture of them, except I don't have a printer so they couldn't have the picture to keep. Or would they want to send messages to people on Amenta as a novelty?"

"Music might be good. Most music on Arcadia is played live, only magic can record it. Um, it would be hard to do directions or pictures for everyone but maybe you could do find out things for people- not all day, but if there's something Amenta might know that we don't, they could pay you for that. Talking to Amentans would be most good for good people, if you make them pay to help Amentans, they will, because they want to do that."

"Okay! Um, I heard that advertising is illegal but that some things Amentans call advertising might not be, how do I let people know I can do those things?"

"I have seen bulletin boards where people put up pieces of parchment about them and things they sell. That's not illegal everywhere, at least. We should ask someone about the advertising law at the inn, most inns have bulletin boards."

"Okay, let's find an inn!"

There is nothing here which claims to be an 'inn'. They can find a number of buildings that could provide lodging: this building appears to be 'spa', this one a 'sanctuary', and this one a 'rest stop'.

"Maybe we should just ask someone...this is different than Abellio."

"Let me see if I can make my everything do directions," she says, and then, instead of explaining any of the reasons this is implausible, she adds, "It always works at home, and it's based on the internet, which works here," in case that helps Daernir expect it right.

C'mon, Cattycorner, where can she find hotels near her.

That leads them to what appears to be a residential building, judging by the number of children and adults they can see through the pane-less window sitting down for dinner.

"Oh good," she says, when Cattycorner behaves. (She takes a screenshot of the map.) "This... doesn't look like an inn though... usually it's pretty good about that..."

"It doesn't look like an inn on Abellio, but maybe that's different here. How does your everything know what places are- how does it know where places in Buxenus are, is it like how it knows Celestial?"

"Magic! On Amenta it knows how places are because people give it that data to use but here I'm just expecting it to work and it is, same like how it's translating without having been given data on the language we're speaking."

"It's so cool that you can do that," he says enviously. "I don't know anyone else who can just expect things and they happen. Maybe because all our stuff is stuff everyone already believes things about."

One of the adults inside, an elderly woman, spots them standing outside and shouts, "You, come in off the street! Supper is still warm."

"Hi! Is this a hotel?" she asks.