"I - what - oh. Of course. I am not sure how specific..." Frown. "The map painted on the wall of the war-strategy room in the Palace. Except - smaller than that would be convenient. There is also a map of the full country painted on the floor and I am guessing it would be useful?" 

She's speaking Karsite and Randi lags a second behind as he parses it, but then nods emphatically. "Yes, please!" 

Rolled-up versions of both appear.

The other Heralds help spread these out flat on the table and examine them; Tran and Randi focus on the one of the whole country, which even at reduced-scale is a lot more detailed than anything their library had. 

Karis examines the map of Sunhame for a while, then beckons Cam over. 

"Here." She taps a marked-out building with her finger. "This is the Temple to Vkandis. I am not sure if the Son of the Sun will be there, but there will be someone who - has all of the information and ought be able to speak for the priesthood." 

"Cool, what else should I know before I fly over?"

"If this has not changed, then the main troop placements within the city are here and here, and the mages they have - who are all required to be priests, now - are..." and she can go through a list. "The Son of the Sun is an Adept mage. Many of the senior priests will be at least Master-potential. I...would suggest you try to arrange to talk to them when there are not very many innocent bystanders in range. In case they decide to arrange a 'miracle' to deal with the threat." 

"...okay, collateral damage a concern, got it."

"There are some Councillors - not in the priesthood - who might still be in power. I am not sure what changes were made there, I escaped before anything was settled." Karis can list their names and point out on the map approximate where most of them live and where the Palace meeting rooms are. 

He takes notes.

"...I think that is everything." 

"Cool. How's my Karsite accent, I only speak it as well as my summoner."

"- Tolerable. You do speak it with a Valdemaran accent, and you look closer to Valdemaran than Karsite, so - they are going to make some assumptions." 

"For cultural reasons, I will not be disguising myself as ethnically Karsite, but hopefully the wings and tail will at least disabuse anyone of the notion that I'm a normal Valdemaran."

Nod. 

"Randi, is that all for now? Cam, we should figure out if and how you can get loose from magical traps before you go off to Sunhame." 

"I agree completely. How do they work, in - general nontechnical terms?"

"That's all we needed you for right now, Cam," Randi confirms, absently. "Karis and I will review the map - thank you - Karis, we should try to think of other things like that which he could make for us, intelligence is even more important than weapons here..." 

Savil ushers Cam out of the meeting-room and points them down the hall. "Hmm. There's a pretty wide range, but most trap-spells - let's say eight in ten kinds - work from physical force, like a mage-barrier - I'll show you one in the Work Room." 

"Alrighty then." Follow follow.

The room is stone-lined and seems completely sound-isolated, all noise from the rest of the Palace cutting off when Savil shuts the door. 

She raises a hand and shapes a physical mage-barrier, forming a sort of bubble over a corner of the room. 

"There. See if you can, er, get through that." 

He produces a Koosh ball on the far side of the barrier. "Well, I can conjure through it, that's promising..." He goes up and pokes it.

It feels like hard tough plastic - not quite as totally-rigid as glass, but with very little give - and also like it's humming or buzzing very slightly under his touch. 

Can he conjure something that intersects it, like, oh, a stick?

He can!