...Tarwë will do that, he's got a chiplock.

He will also ask someone in Elendil to go check on the fellow in the estate.

The fellow in the estate is deliberately avoiding expressions of emotions and gives off a vibe of calm imperiousness but at least doesn't specifically have any complaints.

All right, if he's not complaining and the servants ("thralls!" one of them corrects) are on top of seeing that his needs are met that seems... fine?

And speaking of those thralls, Zaira would like to know what their skills are and what they are.

"We are thralls, master!" chirps one of them. They're humanoid, but they have striping on their skin, sort of like multicolored zebras, and long mobile bunny ears. "We are a species native to this world, called Warp, and bred for our exceptional devotion to service! Our master species exports some of us and we have been away from our home world for long enough to serve you in any way the multiverse may call for if your ambitions lie beyond this estate! I, Casimo, am the majordomo of our group and manage the other five; in my personal capacity I am most experienced at managing event and inventory logistics, repair and maintenance including of plumbing and electrical fixtures, massage, social secretary duties, and waiting the table. Satua is the housekeeper, Lashina is the gardener, Slou is the cook, and Terima is the chauffeur, general-purpose assistant, and, if you should have need of one, a suitable nanny or governess. If there are additional skills none of us possess of which you have need, we are eager to learn more!"

"Huh. You all have names?"

"Yes master."

"I see. Are you generally used to having rights other than names or is that all?"

"That is all, master, though at times some uses become incompatible with others even if we try very hard not to let it compromise the quality of our work."

"Well, well. You'll do. I would like my garden maintained in a way which honors Laen and is comfortable for humans to lounge in as well as suitable for exercise. I am not at this moment hungry but when I am in a few hours I would like to try samples of things other humans have liked which I have never previously encountered; in the longer term I want access to those foods I am accustomed to already. Casimo, have you already studied Sesati etiquette?"

"I have had only a very little time, master, and prioritized airing out the house for you, but I can study it now if that is the next priority!"

"Actually, the first priority is that you give me a tour, but I will expect you to find time to study Sesati etiquette in the near future."

"Yes master." Casimo bows deeply and then walks, backward, still bowing, through the entire house, stairs and all, describing its features and suggesting a couple of improvements he could make to this or that.

Zaira listens intently and pays attention to Casimo's suggestions and eventually asks, "Why exactly are you walking like that?"

"It is customary on our planet, master, but I can do otherwise if it does not please you."

"It doesn't displease me. I am only unfamiliar with it and don't know what it means to you."

"Bowing is a sign of respect, to whomever one bows towards, and by walking in this way I can continue to show you respect while moving about."

"I see. Yes, do continue. What is the custom if I should ask you to go with me somewhere you haven't walked before, or if I were to have children around who might unpredictably leave things on the floor?"

"I keep my feet low enough to detect any objects on the floor behind me and can see, a little, between my ankles. In an unfamiliar location I would follow you, and proceed forward in your footsteps."

"I see. You're notably better behaved and better trained than many slaves where I come from."

"Thank you master!"

Elsewhere, Nelen receives his email about teleporting into Sesat and asks to be whitelisted as an authorized teleporter, and also asks whether the shopkeepers should stay where they are or go home.

There's a bit of a wait while Feris is busy arranging for the release of some hostages and then dealing with someone who seems to mostly want to check how the new king reacts to unreasonable demands.

So long as you all understand those things we discussed before about Sesat's laws, you and your shopkeepers remain welcome for the time being. Also Sesati citizens who can teleport are welcome to enter the country that way.

Okay. The shops remain open, mostly; a couple close when the market finishes clearing on hazard pay.

That's not great but anyone who can manage to come make trouble for him can also manage to go to a different shop.

He drafts a detailed and extremely specific jurisdictional agreement for Nelen to review. He moves his family back into Sesat. He assigns people to comb through examples of crimes people get sent to prison for in Vanda Nossëo and divide them into "not a crime in Sesat", "non-capital offense in Sesat" and "capital offense in Sesat"; he assigns different people to find out what powers Vanda Nossëo has its subtle artists damage people to remove and rank those both by how useful they would be to Sesat and by how awkward they would be for Sesat to deal with if they were hostile.

He doesn't expect it to yield results worth bothering with regardless but he checks whether he can apply for Loki's spells without it becoming public knowledge that he's applied.