"Everyone but not you?"

"It's kind of worrying. I like being magic though."

"Worrying?"

"A lot of things have changed very fast."

He nods solemnly. "Have there been things between countries?"

"...things?"

"I don't have all the words. People dying, people telling people to do things or there will be people dying..."

"Wars. Uh, there was a - big, big country, and then we found out how to have more mages, and then there was a lot of war and now there are a bunch of small countries."

He nods pensively. "And now not war?"

"Now not war."

"Are there other things we should know?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not good at this."

"We will be at the place we are going soon, you could ask for things to -" he pantomimes eating - "and time before you decide who you want to talk to."

"That'll be good."

"If you keep talking I'll have more words for later."

...she starts reciting a poem.

He listens and nods.

They reach a very shiny very tall building built into a curve around a sort of courtyard and a pool.

"Everything here is really - big and impressive."

"It fits lots of people into not much space. This is a - place where visitors from other cities stay when visiting this one."

"Inn."

"This is an inn." They go inside. They walk through a large opulent space with people at desks.

There's a gilded little doorway and a woman with purple hair in a neatly trimmed suit holding the door open for them. The room is tiny and has mirrors.

"...do we stay in there?"

"- oh. No. It - you'll see."

"Okay."

She and Penumbra step in.

So do a few of their escort, but not all of them because it really is a small room.

There's a swooping sensation. The door opens on somewhere else.