There are a lot of Amentan countries. Vanda Nossëo representatives are dispatched to all of them. These Elves (two with black hair, one with silver) take a shuttle down from the lightleaper to a country called Calado, and radio ahead to request permission to land at a elegant modern spaceport.
"Okay. So this afternoon in about an hour you get a hearing, and at that hearing you get a lawyer, and that lawyer's job is to figure out how to get you what you want out of this whole situation - so, make deals with the judge for you, make sure your family can access visitation and sue for easier access to visitation if they're having a hard time getting here, make sure you know what to tell the court. And your lawyer will be able to figure this out with you, okay?"
"Yes. So does, uh, the blue lady - sorry, I read the file but I can't pronounce the names - anyway, each of you get a lawyer. Sometimes it happens that, like, what's in your interest is to cut a deal where you testify against someone else in exchange for going home, and the lawyer would not be able to do his job right for both of you."
"Well, as far as weather goes, there are places that are all underwater and the locals are octopi. You could get morph and shapeshift into an octopus and go live there but you probably wouldn't want to. There's, like, Jotunheim, which is never much above the freezing point of carbon dioxide - did that translate, that one's fifty-fifty whether it translates -"
"...well, you've got internet, you can look up the places that are taking immigrants and sort by length of a year and see if any of the ones that are about right look good."
An inmate who is visibly pregnant comes out of her room, waves at the newcomers, and goes over to change the channel on the television.