Nothing here is magic; there's not even ambient magic like on Velgarth or Golarion. There are mountain peaks in the distance, tall and snowcapped and stunning. 

There are two suns in the sky; one is rising, one setting.

Leareth spends about fifteen seconds looking around and orienting, and then sticks his head back across and gestures for the others to join him. 

They do this. 

Urtho looks around. "It is very beautiful here!" 

Leareth takes down the Gate and sits on the grass and casts Recharge Innate Reserves. "....It is. Can you try to figure out where we are." 

Urtho nods, spends a few more moments just staring around at the nature on display, and then casts a scrying-spell from the focus set into his bracelet, and fixes it high in the air above them. 

This mountain chain goes on down for a while and eventually becomes forested hills. There's a shimmering turquoise sea, with a city on the inland edge of it and another city out at the ocean. There's an island chain out beyond that. 

Urtho zooms in to the nearer of the cities, tries to gauge the exact distance and bearing to it. 

It's perhaps a thousand miles from here, southeast. Its streets are laid out geometrically, straight in some places and spiraling in others but always very precise. 

"- Leareth, if you read me can you Gate us to the city -?" 

"Can you? I thought you were practicing Gating from scrying," Leareth says, very slightly more snappishly than he intends. 

"- Yes, probably. Give me a few minutes." 

Their meadow remains placid and pretty and not dangerous at all.

Urtho wonders if he would, theoretically, be able to pray for spells here. They're a very very long way from Golarion, but Nethys sees everything, right... He's not sure, he hasn't actually tested it under circumstances like these before (and he's SO CURIOUS.) 

After a few minutes of preparation, Urtho cautiously raises a Gate to what should be a deserted orchard on the outskirts of the city. This is an ordinary Gate, not interplanar, and is therefore transparent. 

He peers through. 

There's the orchard! The trees all look in good health despite no signs of anyone living or working anywhere nearby.

They glance around. 

:Ma'ar: Leareth says to him, :want to test your Thoughtsensing range and find the nearest person?: 

Ma'ar's range isn't as good as Leareth's - this body has a weaker Mindspeech Gift and he's still not fully grown - but he could pick up minds within a ten-mile radius last time he checked. 

He nods and extends his senses. 

The city's not quite within ten miles but some people are; they're on the other side of a creek and past some more orchards from here, taking cuttings off some of the trees. They are...thinking about watching the theatre, in incredibly vivid detail, like they're actually watching it over a scry or something while they take plant cuttings but without any visible effort on their part (and with no magic showing up to mage-sight.)

That's weird and fascinating! Ma'ar relays this. 

Leareth nods. And since ten miles is a long trek, he does another short-range blind Gate to get them past the creek, so they can approach the people. 

He keeps all of his own Othersenses fully open and alert. 

There's three of them! To sight they could be human, but to Othersenses they're clearly something else; they have more lifeforce in sort of the fashion Golarion adventurers do, and their minds are quite different structurally, and there's...something really weird going on with their thoughts beyond that, some way they're looped oddly through a focus of some kind...

Are you all right? one of them thinks at the three of them as they approach. He's so concerned!!! The new arrivals have short hair except for the one that has hair on his face, and that one looks like something else terrible happened to all his skin.

Odd. Leareth wonders what Nayoki would make of their minds. 

He takes a deep breath. They're...not going to blend in anyway, and trying to operate undercover here will slow the rate at which they can learn where the something they were pursuing went. It's a risk, but he can Gate all of them out to the Void in under a second, and he'll have warning if the strangers turn hostile...

:Yes, but we are here from another world: he sends, and waits curiously to see what the response to that will be. 

Urtho, not a Thoughtsenser, is so confused about what's going on!

From Endorë? he says immediately, sharing the conversation with the other two without apparent effort. ...are things all right there? How'd you get here? Are you looking for somebody in particular?

:Oh, is Endorë the world nearest this one?: That sounds like it might correspond to the other stable point they picked out in the Void. :No, we are from much, much further away. We have a vessel that lets us travel between very very distant worlds. We - are looking for someone, but I am afraid I cannot be very specific; we think we crossed paths with them in our vessel, and they seem to have gotten spooked and run away - we think they may have gone here. Do people from your world have the ability to travel in other planes?:

...faster than lightspeed? No, we don't have that. How does it work?