"You don't have artifacts here and I am not planning to send you to another world."
"But now that I've thought of it if something else turned out to be able to send people between worlds too I'd feel really silly if it happened and I wasn't prepared."
"Well, I guess you could carry notes around and it wouldn't hurt. ...Although I think I was pretty lucky that the artifact sent me with my clothes along. It didn't necessarily have to do that."
"But by that logic you could justify carrying almost anything. I landed in the Deep Roads," Annie points out. "Maybe you should carry three weeks' rations and things to start fires with. I suppose you already have the languages thing, I was very glad to have that..."
"If I land in some other world's equivalent of the Deep Roads and starve, I won't have all that much time to feel silly about it," she points out.
"So I only really need to worry about what I'd feel silly about if I end up somewhere that won't kill me right away but where I can't just come back to get all my books and stuff."
"And there's no way I could think of everything that might possibly kill me if I was suddenly transported to another world and then carry around enough supplies to deal with it all, but I can carry around enough notes to write a book about everything I've learned, probably. I can try my best, anyway."
"Hello, Annie." Hug! "Hello, Dagna. Hello, Caridin."
"Oh - my father, Janar Merow of the Smith Caste. And, um, you're welcome! What do you think of these...?" She shows him her designs.
"I'll have to trust Annie about the accuracy of your swan, but it all looks fine to me," he says.
Stalas kisses Annie on the cheek. "That is a lovely animal. Yeah, go ahead and make those, Dagna."
And guess who's at the door? It's Metella, and she brought her enormous elf friend!
"Metella and Tev are here. She's going to check tonight if I go to the Fade in my dreams like regular local humans do," Annie mentions.
"Interesting. Dagna, would you mind answering the door? I am busy," says Stalas, hugging Annie.