It is here that he and Isabella are hanging out, unprotected by any wards, when someone back in New Kystle thinks to check.
"Darling!" exclaims Yerena Liandril. "I've found Adarin! That liar Antelier said he was nowhere to be found but I just double-checked, and he's with that extraplanar hussy in her plane. Holding her hand. Those odd birds they have are practically on top of each other. How is your mana supply, darling?"
He goes to go get the kids.
It takes a bit of coordination and Gervail has to raise his voice to get one of their kids to pay attention, but they manage. Within half an hour, the couple arrives in the parking garage, looking around for Adarin and Isabella.
Of course, they weren't aware of the effects of traveling to this plane. Once they arrive, a small penguin appears near Gervail.
"Fuck," says Adarin in English, when he spots and recognizes them.
"...Do you know these people?" inquires Isabella, also in the same language. "Time to string my bow or prepare to verse them on fire or anything?"
She does reach for where her bow is tied to her cloud pine and starts untying it.
A pity that they found him at all, not that it took them so long to find him.
"I'm prrretty sure if we duck through the portal and they chase us my security aren't equipped to handle mages," mutters Isabella. "But if you want to try scramming you could maybe magic their daemons to the floor and let them be confused that they can't just walk away from them for a while, we could go through and get on warded property and bust the portal? I haven't announced this one, we can just redo it later." She has her bow off her pine and strung now, and one hand on an arrow.
"It's certainly an option. I'm not sure how much I like running, however. I want none of them to ever come after me, not - hide in a warded location for the next century until they're all dead or have given up," he says quietly. "But if this goes badly we can do that."
Her cat licks his forepaw, still confused about existing but not enough to distract him from the desire to be tidy.
Isabella doesn't put down her bow. She looks with unimpressed, chin-raised arrogance at the intruders.
It is in his very best frigidly polite tone. He's had a while to practice it, it's pretty good.
"It is safely intact, just focused in a different direction. Away from New Kystle."
"Can I possibly improve anything by speaking in self-defense in Saratese?" wonders Isabella under her breath.
"Suspicious? In what way? Perhaps I have exotic tastes."
"You think I slipped him something or cast something on him and it worked where all your... relatives... failed because I'm working with different stuff," says Isabella bluntly in their language. "It's actually not a ridiculous thing to wonder from your perspective of not being close enough to the situation to have gotten any details since we are not friends... but the answer is no."
"And what," growls Adarin, "other methods are you accusing her of? She's innocent of them all, I assure you. Because she hasn't done anything 'discourteous' to win me over."