Nobody else is running.

... How about the people who are tied up?

They get carts if they don't have stunning arguments for being released to walk aboard themselves.

They're mostly trying to avoid coming to his attention as much as they possibly can, so no, no arguments.

(Azlisa will inspect the shuttle. She expects the Traveler's are similar to the... other Traveler's... who showed up here, but she's never seen one so she doesn't know.)

The shuttle lifts off into the air and heads in the direction Azlisa gave.

"I would like to thank you for generally being the evidently sanest person on that regrettable battlefield," Cam tells her. "I'm Cam, did I say? Nice to meet you."

"I don't think you did," she says. "I'm... also very glad you showed up. How did you do that?"

(The soldiers feel that they were perfectly sane, they just had a ridiculously powerful person show up and that was highly unreasonable.)

"That is a great question," says Cam, who does not then go on to answer it.

... Okay then. She figures "where are you from" will get the same response, so... "Do you know the Traveler?"

"I have not met anyone going by that name."

... She is really very confused but will try not to show it.

"Is there a good map of this planet? Or this continent, or, failing that, region?"

"I'm sure there are, but I don't have any on me."

"Right, I just mean like give me the name of one or tell me where I'd find one."

Okay, let's go for broke with Mystery Man. "Ferzun Jahnen's Atlas of the Known World?"

A moment later a subscreen of the ship starts flipping through the atlas pages. "Great, thanks."

It's a really pretty atlas! It's probably not accurate, it's got the whole 'here be dragons' thing going on in the corners, but it's very pretty! There's nice illustrations everywhere of the local architectural styes and method of dress. The continent with the most detail is a vaguely circular or rectangular blob, with some cities marked on the map that, if they are to scale, are probably larger than the Great Northeast Urban American Blob in Cam's US; roughly speaking, it consists of a ring of states circling a desert in the middle of the continent, marked on the map as the Dead Wastes. There's the most detail for Qalmir, a place that (if the atlas is to be trusted) is a garden of every earthly delight, precisely circular, roads and rivers like the spokes of a wheel (northeast corner, ringed by mountains); descending clockwise, there's some extremely tiny statelets that are tributaries of Qalmir, Karakral in the southeast (dark and stormy with everyone going around in black-and-dark-clothing or black-and-white, fancy gowns that suggest vampires and evil spiky black armor), some more microstates, Viranatu  in the southwest (shiny multicolored temples and red and purple and gold clothes and a nicely-doodled phoenix), more microstates, the Lemrysh Forest in the northwest (women in furs and deerskins, no men), microstates, the Timeless City in the north (a warrior in Bronze Age-looking armor), and then more tributaries of Qalmir. Laukera is a really big dot in the middle of the ocean, with drawings of blue-haired people in tight clothing swimming undersea from underwater building to underwater building. Ringing this continent are scattered minor islands, all colored blue for Laukera.

Not included: Any mention of the Traveler or Profectus.

(Azlisa is surprised, and trying not to show it. This doesn't look like any of the copies she's seen, which suggests this might be the original that he just conjured up. Just what is he?)

"Is there a more up to date edition or am I looking in completely the wrong place for Profectus?"

"It's the biggest city in the desert," she says. "Every new conqueror changes the name."

(The soldiers are not going to disagree.)

"This one?" He highlights Qalmir. "But he didn't rename the language, interesting."

"- No," she says, trying not to laugh, and points to a flyspeck in the middle of the Dead Wastes.

(Not everyone makes their save against laughter.)

This doesn't appear to anger Cam, at least. He labels Profectus. "Inside the desert, gotcha."

She nods and refrains from saying anything about it.