"Right. Thank you." And she's going to walk off like she has some idea what she's doing.

<I still think you are doing this very impressively well! I suppose we may not have time to read all the relevant books tonight> Tongues won't do it but Comprehend Languages will, <but if we can pick out the relevant ones we can take pictures and bring them back to the ship to catch up later.> 

Yeah. The tiredness is starting to catch up with her, too. This isn't hard but it has so much potential to go wrong at every moment. 

She casts Comprehend Languages and scans the bookshelves for promising titles - they have a lot of books but probably less than Cheliax's palace libraries have, despite the printing press -

- and when she finds some histories, they can flip through them and take pictures to pore over later.

And after that they can leave the palace (the normal way, on foot, no reason to teleport out and attract attention), and not try to talk to anyone in the streets, and walk for a while until they reach an isolated area with lots of margin for error in terms of no one being in sight or earshot to notice them vanish into the cloaked shuttle when it lands to collect them. 

Flop. "The elves seem very competently designed to be helpless and nice and artsy."

Mhalir is so incredibly tired. And...quietly uneasy, in some vague background way he can't quite pin down. 

<...They seem happy. I - do wonder what their gods wanted, out of them - what value they are getting from their current existence - I am still confused, I think.> 

"Me too. And - very tired. Once we've slept we can read those books, talk to that diplomat. Make more sense of it, maybe."

<Maybe. I hope so.> 

And they can get some sleep. 

And a bubble of matter inside a shimmering barrier of pure energy hovers in the chaos of the Void. 

"- Here?" Leareth says to Urtho. 

The accuracy to which you can record navigational charts within the Void is limited. "- I think so?" 

"It looks like there might be - a few nearby stable areas, here? I think this one is closer to where we marked, but - if we're wrong and there's nothing interesting there, we can come back and try the other one, right?" 

"Yes, that is right." Leareth turns to smile briefly at Ma'ar, before returning his attention to the detection wards. "I am going to need the next while to work on this, I think. Trust me, a blind Gate out of the Void is harder than it looks." 

"I'm not doubting it!" 

Perhaps more to the point, he has no way of getting more spells from Abadar over here, and so he has three Lesser Restorations and three Recharge Innate Reserves and that needs to get him through whatever is waiting for them on the other side. 

Though, of course, he has Urtho with him, who isn't much for combat reflexes but has no shortage of magic to be thrown around, and Ma'ar is really coming along, and they're so, so laden with protective artifacts... 

...

"Ready?" he says, a long time later. 

Ma'ar and Urtho are distracted practicing an illusions game. 

"- Yes, uh, ready." 

That does not sound like a very conclusive indication of readiness, and Leareth gives him a raised eyebrow, and waits - 

- and then, about two minutes later, a blind Gate opens, onto what should be some random spot on the ground of whatever world is waiting on the other side of the Void...

(Leareth holds himself poised to instantly slam the Gate closed if, for one of many possible reasons, this proves to be a terrible idea.) 

The Gate is, as usual for the interplanar kind, milky and opaque. However, nothing seems to be blasting it or destabilizing it from the other end. 

"I can go through first -" 

"Please do not be stupid, Ma'ar." 

And Leareth steps across the threshold. 

The Gate is over a lake in some mountains; the water is still and clear and nearly-transparent, with shoals of fish below. 

They scatter at the sudden splash of someone falling in.

...Well, given 'blind Gate to completely unknown destination', that is really not surprising at all. 

Leareth is a competent swimmer if not a graceful one, and he paddles back over to the hovering Gate and uses a force-net to lift himself up enough to get a very good look at the surroundings, before flopping back through and carefully taking it down. 

"One moment. Going to open it somewhere on land." 

He casts Lesser Restoration - interplanar Gates are tiring - and then does this. 

Another Gate! It's exactly as opaque as before but this time Leareth actually saw the meadow near a grove of trees on the lakeshore where he was trying to place it, and it should, hopefully, be there. 

Leareth sticks just his head through. 

The meadow is peaceful and quiet. A startled rabbit bounds away.

He holds up a hand, indicating for the others to wait, and then steps across and looks around, with both his eyes and all of his Othersenses.