That's pretty nifty.

"Probably I should look however I expect to want to long-term here, in these?  - Or can I come back for another set later."

"They... do cost money. My statement doesn't and will probably be about as good for your purposes."

"I will come back when I have any money and take a statement for now, please."

"Okay." He goes back behind his desk and types something up and prints a thing and gives Lornell the printed thing. "That will let anyone you show it to look up my statement on our website."

"Thank you so much."  Lornell scoops his knowledge of what a website is and then will . . . hang outside and memorize what's on the sheet?  Still without being able to read it; they should probably prioritize picking that up at some point.

They honestly have no idea what to do next, does anything conveniently present itself during that time?

Eventually another one of the uniformed people exits the House of Truth and approaches him! "Are you the guy who's apparently a slider?"

"Yes!"

"Can I see? I mean I saw the statement but I would like to see myself if that's okay."

"Sure!"  Lorn completes their hat trick of hair tricks.

"Wow! That's super cool - um, anyway, I have a spare room at my place, if you need a place to sleep -"

"Yes, please, I would be so grateful, can I do anything for you?"

"I mean probably something will come up but I don't have anything in mind right now, I just think it's super cool that you're a real slider."

"That is more an expected reaction than everyone else!  This world and its people are very different than my."

"- it seems likely that most people didn't believe you, and anyone who might have believed you was probably not listening too closely because you have an accent?"

"I can have no or smaller accent if I may borrow your speaking.  No effects except on me."

"Yeah, please, it'd be much easier to talk to you."

"Oh.  I didn't realize it was that inconvenient for people.  I'm not very special at home but here probably everyone here is much worse at everything . . ."

"If you can all just copy off whoever's best at everything I bet!"

Lorn nods.  "Do you have things you want to stay private or can I take basic knowledge about this world from you."

"I... don't think you'd get anything private if you were looking for basic knowledge, like, that doesn't seem like it'd include my sex life or anything?"

"I will definitely avoid everything at all about your sex life."

"Then yeah, go ahead."

"Okay."

Lornell sinks their head into their hands and clutches a little at their hair.

"You have so many exciting and marvelous things here.  I hoped maybe one of them would be a way to fix aging."

"- no, we don't have that - fixed - it doesn't seem like it'll be a problem for you specifically?"

"Not for a while.  But there's the rest of you, and - it took my society a long time to figure it out; it's very complicated, people would look young but still mysteriously die, eventually, until we found all the little tiny things you have to keep track of.  And I don't know them all because I'm only - " scoop the local calendar system, math math math math "fifteen or sixteenish."