He will go ahead and land and see how hard it can reasonably be to get it out of their way, might just need a new control board.

The exterior of the shuttle is in fine shape! Some external sensors and some of the other electronics are pretty fried. 

Cam will interpolate out some junked parts and put new ones in and sends the shuttle up to Atriama to dock there. Waves at the locals and boards his unmolested shuttle and swings back by Haven.

Confused locals wave back! 

When he reaches Haven, though, there appears to be some kind of commotion. 

Out by the Heralds' temple, where they usually do Gates, Taver is standing rigidly in front of the bronze doors. Half a dozen Heralds, and a knot of other Companions, are clustered around. They seem to all be shouting at each other. 

Taver's head turns first, as Cam's shuttle approaches. 

They're all watching him. They don't look happy. Nobody says a word. 

"...what is it this time?"

Savil opens her mouth, shuts it, and looks over at King Randale, who's shivering slightly in his cloak and seems particularly unhappy to be here. 

Randi looks coldly at Cam. "Were you planning to tell us, at some point? We know you knew." 

"I know a lot of things. I repeat, what is it this time?"

Randi looks over at Taver, who continues to stand motionless and tense. 

"...We just learned that, apparently, Van was talking to this - Leareth - for the past decade. Letting slip all sorts of our secrets - trying to 'build trust' with him - a monster who steals people's bodies... And you knew. We questioned Vanyel. He admitted he told you - he said that's why Leareth summoned you and you answered." 

"I mean, I did check he hadn't fucked with the circle or prepped the area with mysterious spells first. Also, like, I told Kilchas who my summoner was? Because he asked me."

"You didn't say a word to Kilchas about what Vanyel had been telling you. He communicated quite extensively. And you didn't mention to anyone what he was planning to do. To our country." 

Unlike Randi, who's coldly furious, Savil mostly just looks...very, very tired. Her eyes are puffy, eyelids slightly reddened. She's been crying. 

"...supposing I had said to you 'just FYI, Leareth, the bodysnatcher fellow, had this plan that involved killing ten million people and he planned to start in on that hereabouts, but I have checked and he can use mindless bodies I make for him and I'm going to vet his plan', what would this have accomplished?"

"Well, we'd have had some reservations about going on working with you, but it doesn't exactly look better on that front, finding out this way instead of by you choosing to be honest with us."  

"...o...kay. Should I, like, get back in the shuttle and go to... Seejay or something, I'm happy to get out of your hair if this is a particularly souring incident. Or you could, like, write up a document of what you perceive to be my responsibilities as regards information flow with things I learn via conjuration, personal correspondence, delicate intel acquisition, incidental remark, and divine revelation, and then I'll decide whether to go to Seejay or not based on whether I want you to have whatever access level that implies to my mail?"

Savil looks around. 

"...Randi, calm down. This isn't helping."

She turns back to Cam. She's so bad at this and Kellan ISN'T HERE but she can take a deep breath and think and try to say what Kellan would tell her to say...

"I'm sorry. This is– it's not, you're right, you don't owe us letting you read your mail, and it's not on you that Van kept this all secret for years. We're just...upset. It's a lot. And it's - hard - when it feels a bit like you were complicit in keeping that secret for him, right? But I understand why it wouldn't feel that way from your side of things." 

"I have spent the last hundred and fifty years living in an anarchy and before that I lived in a country where ordinary citizens had negligible duty to report. I think I would have been legally required to tell the government if... one of my underage students came to me and told me they were being molested? And I was not permitted to file fraudulent taxes, but that was about it. I really don't have instincts suitable to navigating your system in a way that will seem standard to you, especially since I am not actually part of your government structure."

Randi pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"- I understand. We must be awfully confusing to you, and...I'm sorry for taking out our frustration about this on you. I...have to confess, I still don't feel great about you having - any kind of ongoing working relationship with Leareth - but I suppose it's not on us to give you orders about that. Though I do want to understand what makes you think he's trustworthy at all? Because that is not at all an impression any of us had gathered." 

"I don't really have to trust him. I conjured the circle before I responded to it and it was an unmodified unbound circle. I checked to see whether people had been doing anything in the area before the circle was completed that might have been some sort of trap, and they were not. I wore my talismans. When I showed up I could have knocked him unconscious if he'd twitched wrong and flown away none the worse for wear. I did stay to chat a bit, since I don't really want him to murder ten million people, that seems like a deeply unfortunate possibility."

Uneasy looks are exchanged. 

"I - think you should be careful about conversations with him," Keiran says tightly. "He managed to get Vanyel half-convinced, somehow, that he's not our enemy..." 

"What? Keiran, I wouldn't go that far - he's horrified, it makes him sick too, he's just - being Van - trying to ask questions..." 

"Some questions just shouldn't be asked." 

"...I mean, I don't want to, what, murder him, he'll just bodysnatch somebody, though I guess it might come down to that if he looked imminently about to murder ten million people. I have not found him particularly seductive so far. I don't know enough about the content of his and Vanyel's conversations to guess what's going on there precisely."