There is a space at the bottom of the world, where Earth and Ice and Shadow meet. It is cold, but not cold enough to kill; dark, but not too dark to see. A small round room, made of chilly black marble, lit by a dim and sourceless glow, with a spiral stair climbing the curve of the wall and a shallow circular recession in the exact center of the floor. The recession is maybe six feet wide by six inches deep, lined with something resembling pale frosted glass, and there is nothing in it.
On arriving, Camalirea waves jauntily to Riale and then turns to Telarin and starts signing.
"The creator's name is Riale; the wielder of the Blade of the Void is Corbelan, who is from another world - Cama says it's lovely to meet you both, and that this is the most interesting awakening they've had in a long time - yes, it's the second day. Esere wrote a world with obvious places for all the spirits to sleep, although some are more easily narrowed down than others. We're off to look for Laisanni tomorrow."
"Signing is more convenient for talking to the other spirits but paper works if the language is easy to write quickly and this one seems fine on that score," Telarin translates. "And with two humans to talk to it's more efficient than usual."
Riale manifests an empty notebook and a pen and hands them over. "Storehouse of miscellaneous goods, that's me."
Riale hands him a notebook.
"Okay, I would like to wander around Highpoint for an hour or so looking for interesting things to put in the book and then obtain a place to sleep and sleep there. Thoughts on this plan? Should I get rooms first so uninterested parties can stay there?"
"Useful magic probably heads the list - I haven't got much of that yet except some lamps and the swoop."
The city of Highpoint has a lot of things in it. Many of them are being sold in markets. Magic stuff shows up primarily among the expensive things: exquisitely beautiful jewelry with tiny light-stones set among the diamonds, elaborate clocks with magically accurate timekeeping - but some things are less decorative and more practical, like a camp stove with a heat-stone that cycles through three temperature settings, and a tiny pen that will draw a map of the mainland at any size if you first lay out a paper on a flat surface and draw a recangle to form the bounds of the map... the vendor at that market stall obviously invented them, and is really adorably excited about it.
Those things are all interesting! The clock in particular is neat in Cor's opinion. He goes back to tell Riale where to find things.
Riale is perched in the pilot's seat of the swoop with the book open in his lap, looking entirely lost in thought. The three spirits are sitting on the wing all in a row.