They'd kept this world secret. Recently, it'd become a habit.
It isn't an Earth, though snippets of the local language suggest it may have been colonized from one, and that means applications and bureaucracy and time.
Alex doesn't want to wait and for once, Glen is just as impatient. The camera they'd sent ahead hadn't sent back much, but those few clips had Glen staring at her screen for hours. She's seen many places attempt to be art, but she had never before seen one that succeeded so completely. Every building is lovely, every piece of furniture is could easily be displayed in a museum.
Besides, these people don't seem militant and, unlike the majority of non-magical worlds, will have something of value to trade.
They choose a location in a private and empty garden within the city and teleport in.