He introduces the rest of the council. "And our security and our staff and some researchers."

"Who's that?" Cam asks, pointing at Aitim.

"...Aitim Neli is our junior director of foreign affairs."

Ah-huh. Point at the Fëanor. "Who's that?"

Intal doesn't know that one. He looks at Aitim. 

"Afen Kisantami studies linguistics and computer science."

"I think I'm a foreign affair. Aitim, a word?"

"How the fuck do you do that," someone says in Aitim's general direction. 

Aitim makes the most convincing innocent face in the world. "But of course." He heads over.

Cam gets off his barstool and walks out of earshot with him.

"Nice to meet you. Uh, how the fuck did I do that."

"Is Afen your dad."

" - yes."

"Apart from the hair you look just like an Elf I recently conducted a war with called Nelyafinwë Maitimo, whose dad looked just like yours."

"Do you happen to have a picture?"

He took occasional photos for journaling purposes, he has the whole brood plus Dad in this shot.

He stares at it for a few seconds. "My mother is Nertel, my younger brothers are Makel, Telkam, Kantil, Kefin, Amlas, Amel - Makel's possibly the world's most famous singer, paid the credits..."

"I - didn't meet their mom, I -" He pulls himself together. "- Macalaurë, Tyelcormo, Carnistir, Curufinwë, Amras, Amrod."

" - what happened -"

"There was a war. It's a long story. How long can you get away with monopolizing me?"

"The implications of 'arbitrary material objects' didn't escape them, no one's going to defy you on purpose, but we'll be making them nervous if it's longer than a few minutes."

"I'm not - I'm not going to hurt anybody. Also there's security here, not the greys there's bar security - time's inconsistent between places if we go somewhere else but no way to guarantee which direction and it's such a long story."

"I'm not scared of you. But - you're upset about the reds, you get the council in one place and take aside someone ambitious and competent and too young to have much real power -"

"...I can't quite fill in that blank."

'It would be among the less stupid ways to conquer the country if you wanted to. And they would fill in that blank."

"I do not want to rule your country I want to stay in this bar until I can find someone magical enough to resurrect a million miniature gods."

"Sorry we can't be of more help on that front. -well, we can leave people stationed here in case you ever want to go outside or something and don't want to miss someone magic enough to do that."