Downstairs the door opens and in walks a six year old girl with a weird animal.
"Thank you very much for having us," Cam tells the one who invited them.
"Yeah. He doesn't like her but as far as he knows she doesn't go in for anything more unpleasant than rape-by-fraud and being inappropriately cheerful to badly injured prisoners."
"Why ever wouldn't he like her. I vaguely want to meet this world's one."
"We have a little shuttle, we just couldn't approach restricted airspace in it. Maybe after we're done in the city."
They should go see more things!
They do that!! It's a lovely city. The orcs are all friendly.
"No, this is denser and everything is much more child- and family-oriented and the religion's obviously much different and there's no apparent compulsory education."
"I wonder if literacy rates are correspondingly lower or if they mostly figure it out since they've got forever."
"There are signs, including in places where I'd expect it to be reasonably important for unaccompanied people to know what's on them..."
"Yeah. And it sounds like even the insular super religious people definitely teach their kids to read and write competently." Pause.
" - would holing a Valinor that was holding Melkor prisoner get him loose -"
"If he wasn't expecting it I imagine it'd hole him too. Also Ulmo is here and could maybe do something."
"If he was expecting it, though - find a way to get someone within osanwë range -"
"We should probably mention this ambition of the orcs to the competent Valar, yeah."
"It's super nice having competent Valar who we can just tell stuff instead of thinking how to work around them."
"So does everyone else in this world, little though they mostly know it!!"
And after a week of tourism they shuttle out to meet Thuringwethil.
Volcano? Volcano. Cam lands what seems like probably a polite distance from the volcano.