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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 by comparison Voa and Tapa look like thriving modern democracies
"That's what we're observing them to try to figure out! But it'll be a process to persuade the courts to handle this planet differently, it'll take a couple months at minimum, and in the meantime if anything were to happen, which I totally trust you that it won't, they'll handle it just like if we went to talk to some civilians and then those civilians got murdered for talking to us - which is to say, massive exhaustive public investigation and murder trial."
"Sometimes. If they didn't talk to you there's no question of anything happening to 'em because of it, is there?"
"You just said a minute ago that the reason we have to leave is because we're the ones who scared them, there's no way we're convincing a court it's not our fault."
Elves are finding it really hard to stay here for very long without singing but they borrow the eyes of their colleagues in Cene who are talking trade agreements in a pretty skyscraper and cope.
Reds go to work. Eventually some of them come back. Reds move between red buildings. Kids play in the street, a little, carefully out of view of the exits.
The kids bolt. Soon the streets are cleared out again. Work vehicles continue to come and go but give the singing Elves a wide berth.
Elves remain determined to wait this out, since there is nothing else useful to do in their entire assigned country.