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.
He does think that.
(Yvalta is very angry. All the other liaisons to Vanda Nossëo on the planet again rehearse their gentle objections that the planets are certainly very nice and all but they could stand to do a better job of pretending to give a shit about the institutions they're bribing Amenta to torch.)
"I'm not even a liaison I'm security - those are less different things without a caste system but they're still different things - but I'm sure you'd hear about it." Modelling clay rock. It retains the coloration of the original; she squishes it into an even gray all around. "How does Yvalta execute people?"
"Not if they're free agents, but if they're under contract and there isn't an exit clause. It's mostly greys without exit clauses. Prevents them from going 'I activate my exit clause' right as you're under attack. Sometimes oranges, if people want personal therapists and don't want them leaving with a head full of secrets, or yellows who know a lot of political things."
"Does it translate weird? It's meant nicely. You care about your people. 's why everyone at home loves our King, pretty much, but he had it easier than you because everyone told him from early childhood 'your entire job is to care about your people and do right by them'. It's more impressive to get there yourself."