Milliways: the bar at the end of the universe. It's a bit crowded today, with a group of brightly-colored lizard people taking up several of the tables in the main bar and a more usual assortment of patrons scattered densely around the rest of the room - well, except for by the fireplace, where one patron is being given a somewhat conspicuous amount of space - perhaps it's the intimidating all-black outfit, or the way she's muttering to herself as she reads from the book she's holding, or the almost feral way she looks up when anyone in her field of view moves too quickly, but no one seems to want to get especially close to her.
"Politics is mostly the heritable kind - the Emperor has his empire, my family's got some mountains - except some people are immortal and Esarkan is super extra immortal, his soul is self-resurrecting, he considers assassinating him a form of peaceful protest, so there isn't always much inheriting going on - there's a bunch of different cultures, a lot of stuff varies by region. Dunno where you'd end up exactly - I'd be asking Esarkan for some land nobody's using or just waiting three days to see if I get the power to pull a whole island out of the ocean for you. I'd probably put it off the southwestern coast, for the sun and because the south coast has got a couple of big islands already."
"...not sure. It's sort of - not a concept we have - I think people will vary in how weirded out they are by 'that's a person made of metal from another world'..."
"Your world kind of sounds like it has a lot of problems."
"I might want to do something about that eventually, but it can wait until you're all settled."
"- expect we'll be fine. I c'n build something if need be."