" - ah, no, mostly because one needs something for the greys to do."

"Their society is bizarrely structured around hair color," he tells his wife.

"...why?"

"We have tons of specialization and the way to do the specialization which caught on was to have people doing the professions their parents did, and then that formalized weirdly."

"Huh."

"People are very attached to it but I don't think I would recommend it to a society that isn't doing it."

"Especially on the basis of hair color. What's blue for?"

"Governance and landowning."

"Landowning is an occupation?"

"Crystallized from some historical structures where it was a kind of governance."

"How long ago did you find this, Mitros?"

"Time was paused, so five minutes for you, but longer for me. I was conscious for maybe thirty minutes before I sent Antir for wall-demolition and you - wanted to be sure they were friendly."

"And why are we demolishing the wall?"

"Cam does not want to leave and can make us larger things and more portable things if his line of sight is better. And he can put the wall back afterwards."

"Why don't you want to leave?"

"I'm the only way to get a door to a world where I need to resurrect some people so I'm waiting on a way to do that."

Mitros is frowning at Cam absentmindedly. "And in theory the door could slip somehow so better not to take the chance."

"I would object to being stranded elsewhere, yes."

"Would it be possible to get some Elves in here or something so if something happened to you there'd still be access to that world..."

"I guess I could ask one."

"Just seems safer to have redundancy and if the Elves won't die there isn't much cost for them."

"Yeah, I can ask one. I'll need the door."

Mitros gestures for Iobel to enter.

In she comes.

Cam opens the door. "Larya? C'mere?"