" - yes, I do. I will get my Rebecca first, though."
And he teleports a couple hundred miles over, asks the first people he sees in which direction he'll find Voa's capital.
Flat Elves could just ask what it looked like, read their mind a tiny bit, and go there. - he could ask them to pull up a picture for him? He does that.
"Hello. We sent out messages introducing ourselves but you seemed to be having some technical difficulties. Is there a better format for an introduction?"
"Oh, we're under radio jamming - we heard about you secondhand - I don't think anyone's been assigned to greet you if you just, ah, show up, but I can send a priority alert."
And a minute later an old blue-haired woman comes down the elevator. "Good afternoon. I'm Governor Avalor."
"I'd be delighted to have a channel of communications, to start with, and past that it's really up to you. I represent one of half a dozen interstellar consortiums that might be of interest, though the Tapai thought our membership conditions were onerous, and we're excited about the potential for colony planets to relieve some of your population pressure."
Computer chip. "We translated everything and converted it to local file formats. The condition that caused them the most concern was the requirement that laws apply to all citizens unless supported by a majority of the citizens who are subject to them."