"I'm more of a coffee person."

"Ooh, what's 'coffee'? Is it delicious?" 

Vanyel tries to shush her with a gesture and a pat on on the shoulder. "One moment, pet." And to Cam, "I'm - sorry about all the confusion, but - I don't understand at all what just happened, and we're– well, it's complicated. I'll let you up but I...need to ask you some questions first under Truth Spell." 

He starts casting one, first-level version only for now. 

"Perhaps you could explain what a truth spell does exactly."

"Oh, right, sorry." Not even everyone in Valdemar has heard of Truth Spell yet. "The first level version will just mean I know if you're telling the truth or lying." 

"I haven't been lying and don't especially plan to," says Cam.

"I mean, I hope that's true! But I kind of have to check, right, sorry." Looking faintly sheepish, Vanyel finishes casting the Truth Spell. Waits to see if it will even work on this non-human, not-anything-he-recognizes person. 

"Oh, sorry, I thought you already did it. I have not been lying and don't especially expect to," Cam repeats.

The blue halo stays in place. 

Vanyel takes a deep breath. What are the most key questions here, that he should ask even if it's rude and awkward...

"Do you in any capacity work for the Karsite government or priesthood." 

"I don't even know what that is."

Vanyel hesitates. Glances back at Jisa. Goddamn it. 

After another long hesitation, he switches to private Mindspeech. 

:Do you work for, or have you ever encountered, a man who calls himself Leareth: 

"AH warn a guy before you talk in his head."

Vanyel ducks his head, blushing crimson. "Sorry! But, uh, have you?" :Don't say the name out loud in front of her, please. It's, er, classified: 

"No."

Jisa can TELL when grownups are having secret Mindspeech conversations right in front of her, and she's sulking about it. 

Sigh. "And you have no intent to harm anyone here?" 

"No! I didn't even know here existed!"

"Right." 

Vanyel drops the Truth Spell, then releases the barrier, and - somewhat tentatively - offers Cam a hand up. "Er, welcome to Haven, I guess. I'm Herald Vanyel." 

"It's nice to meet you." Cam accepts the hand and gets to his feet and shakes out his wings a little.

"So what's it like where you're from?" Jisa says brightly. "Does everyone have wings like you? - Ooh you have a tail too! Neat!" 

"I do! And, yes, so does most everybody at home - the wings, not the tail, tails are a minority decision."

"Ooh what you got to decide to have a tail? Can you give other people wings too? I want wings." 

"Jisa." 

"What? Don't you want wings?" 

"I can give other people wings but it's hard for humans to learn to fly, and they won't grow with you so you have to wait until you're a grownup."