"With us is fine except some of them liked the sound of orcs and a few hundred are in love with Elf architecture and want to live in it," says Clerus. "New King summoned his father and is keeping him in a tower with the other political prisoners, I assume if you have opinions about that you can take it from here."

"I can live with that for now. Do you want to handle anywhere else?"

"I will keep doing this as long as I have breath in my body and then I'll keep doing it with fewer personnel."

" - all right. You know how to reach us if you need anything."

He grins and zooms off with his fairy, who appears to possibly worship him.

Not hard to understand why.

Someone in Thrazen explains to Clerus that the Elves won't stand for her being forced to give up her household slaves, the Elf prince bought himself some in Cefax and everything. It's the mistreating them which is a problem, and she doesn't do that.

...Cefax doesn't have slavery...

They have those prostitute mages, she heard about it from her brother who used to do shipping and now does fairy-trading there.

Well, she can't have slaves anyway and if he has to fight the Elf prince about it later he has the connections to pull that off now but she is thanked for the information before she is knocked out and set aside to clear the way.

He goes to Cefax and investigates and knocks over a mining operation with bad labor conditions while he's in there and learns about the prostitute mages and figures out which ones the prince has and charms their little sister and talks to her about it. He considers addressing this less urgent than dealing with the next country's straggler slaveowners but bears it in mind for whenever he next runs into the prince.

He's helping resettle people who want to live with orcs or Elves.

Then they will probably next encounter each other when Clerus turns over some more people to resettle.

"How are Cir and Ruviri doing?" he wonders quietly.

" - well. Do you - want to meet them -"

"They sound very charming, I'm sure I'd be delighted."

"If it's urgent I can ask someone to invite them out here. They're in our interdimensional hub."

"Do you think it's urgent?"

" - I can see why you would."

"I have nothing else underway at the moment."

"I'll write them."

Cir, he writes, please come by here, with Ruviri if possible, Clerus is concerned about you. 

Cir and Ruviri and Ava and a fairy bodyguard are there an hour and a bit later and Cir promptly tucks himself under Maitimo's arm.

"Hello," says Clerus. "I met your family."

"I saw them a week ago. They're not worried about me, why are you?"

"I make it my business to worry about princes with arm candy they shelled out cash for."

He flinches. 

Cir squeezes Maitimo's hand. "He shelled out so I wouldn't have to have thirty clients, or to the extent I'm property would you rather I be communal property than personal?"

"If I knew what I'd rather I'd already be underway on it, trust me."

"I know what I'd rather and I got it honest as blue. Stop upsetting Maitimo."

Clerus glances at Ruviri.

"I don't have to account for where I go or how I use my magic to you," she says. "I'm not yours."

He seems satisfied enough at that.

"There are people who would intervene if they weren't happy, in their world and in mine. There aren't actually people who would stop me for - merely being irresponsible about consent - but I've yet to figure out a way of achieving that in general which isn't - invasive. Are people - did I make the political situation worse somehow -"

Clerus recites the interaction he had with the woman about her householders verbatim.

"I'm sorry. I should have thought of that and conducted everything differently. I would, if I could do it again. Is there anything that'd help now -"

"The folks I took from her house might like an apology, the people like their mistress might benefit from a clarifying statement..."