"If it's convenient I think Amentans would also like a lot of rivers since they're magically clean."

"Given those requirements, my suggestions are somewhere within short flying but long walking distance of Edirug, Pirshula, Birahana, Lothal, or Jiangzhai."

She writes all those down! "Can you tell me how to get to those places so I can check them out?"

"Well, those places are on Abellio, so I haven't recorded the details of how to travel there on my register, I'm afraid. You can ask someone in Marduk, which I can give you directions to from here- we have several stable portals to Marduk in Heliopolis."

She looks for that.

"Okay, thank you. What else can you tell me about formians?"

"I can't say I'm an expert. They're people that have the shape of very large ants. They like to behave the way ants might, if they were people, I believe, although I don't know much about ants really. They form underground colonies and oftentimes build structures above their colonies, which other kinds of people sometimes move into if they don't have any builders. It's an infinite plane, dear, I've only met a formian once. Ah, here it is. You can take down the directions from Marduk, then- this would be from Marduk's border, but the portal takes you inside the city. Make sure to keep that in mind for the distances."

"I will, thank you." She's just not sure Cattycorner knows what a portal is, though maybe she can find them if she searches and they'll have informative names, she should try that sometime.

"Yeah, thank you! Do you know where the portal to Marduk is?"

"Oh, somewhere around the palace, where the scribes gather."

"Thank you."

Okay, next room!

There is no answer. They may have to wait if Lintalai wishes to speak to both the bard and the airplane inventor.

She can skip the bard but she wants the airplane inventor to pay her for airplane information off the Internet.

"I think I should try going out and playing music in public," she says, "and see if that attracts any interest. Till bedtime."

"Okay. Should I see if there are any other skills we could use? Maybe there's something I can find if I spend the rest of that time bothering the lady."

"That could help, yeah! I won't go too far and I'll be back after not too long."

And she sets out to find somewhere public to sit.

There are places to sit. Most such places are not as clean as Lintalai may like- although the rivers here magically clean things, there is a significant amount of dust and sand and similar kinds of matter produced by living in a city in a desert- despite, perhaps, that the temperature here is barely above that which Lintalai experienced on Abellio. She does, after about ten minutes of searching, find a fountain in the center of a crowded intersection. The fountain has a generous stone lip on which a person her size can comfortably sit.

Dust and sand aren't a big deal, she can swish them away with her hand before she sits by the fountain in the sunshine. She turns her everything volume all the way up and picks out a nice dance song without any words.

Some of the people around her begin to take notice. Most stop for a few minutes to listen, but continue on their way.

Eventually, one couple does start to dance to the music. Others begin to join in. Very few pay Lintalai any mind, although the couple that originally set off the dancing does thank her as the others keep the impromptu celebration going.

"How are you producing all this music?"

"Is it that little box in your hand?"

"Yeah! It can play music from my world."

"Do you know how much it cost your parents?"

"It's an impressive illusion! Or is it a divination..."

"Either way, compliment your parents on their choice in mage, it's really something."

"It's not magic! - it's a little magic that it works in Arcadia but at home it works without any magic."

"Oh, really? So we could use it without any magic at all? How did you parents find one for you?"

"Yeah, do you know how long they saved up for one?"

"They aren't expensive at home, but they don't have them here yet. I'm going to start a colony and then they'll be manufactured here though!"

Some of the other dancers are taking breaks, and some of them wander over curiously.

They mostly begin to talk amongst themselves about how exciting the concept of recorded music is, and summarily ignore her.

"...does anybody have requests?" she tries.

"-oh, could you play The Milkmaid and the Barfly?"

"There was this song I heard once when staying in the temple by the tomb- how did it go..."

"Are you the one operating this foreign device, young lady? Where are your parents?"

"Battle of Gurova Cliffs, I'm telling you, you need to hear the story and you'll see-"