I'm staying. At least until and unless Elves being awful about things gets too grating.

All right. In that case I think I'll take a couple years' vacation. Take care.

Enjoy. Let me know if you need anything.

I certainly will. - maybe have Ranary check you for mind-control every occasionally? I don't think he would, but in your place I would have a plan for if he did.

...is there a good way for her to check that?

Ideally go out of range with you and take off potentially-magic jewelry.

Okay, thanks.

Take care.

I will.

Maitimo does get him more jewelry. His own necklace to replace the borrowed ones, something that stacks with it for memory and has a detachable charm that makes one require less sleep.

Cor schedules picnics with Ranary once a week. They go for walks outside the city and he takes off all his jewelry and accounts for himself.

The jewelry does only the advertised things.

Good. Then there will not have to be confrontations about it.

They would be such unpleasant lethal confrontations and he is blissfully ignorant that they were being checked-for.

Huan finds a planet with people! Humans, looks like, and occasional winged humanoids.

"Ooh, I want to go."

"I bet you do! Maybe take an Elf for translation - and be very very careful -"

"I could bring Curufinwë?"

"I bet he'll have the time of his life." Hug.

Hug! Recruitment of Curufinwë. Travel to place.

Place has humans! And weird architecture - looks like they like to build into the ground and then hollow it out around their buildings, so the cities are hardly visible aboveground except for little ports everywhere that seem to contain a mechanism of lowering the inhabitants to city-level. There are fancy floating lights everywhere. There are winged humanoids just flying around.

Gosh. Cor will look around in fascination and speculate on things while Curufinwë works on the language.

Curufinwë listens to conversations and mutters things to himself and occasionally bounces and eventually says that he has the language well enough to go say hello, shall they go say hello.

Yes. Cor thinks that building looks promising as some sort of official something - "although I can't promise it's not the guild of architects or something -"

Up to the building they go!  He doesn't have the writing down yet. He bounces Cor translation.

"Excuse me, what's this?"

        "This is the Center for Surface Affairs, can we help you?"

"What things does Surface Affairs handle?"