Maitimo blinks. At someone who looks exactly like him, albeit human and with shorter hair. "...well. 

Could you pull up a royal family tree or something?"

"Maybe -" He fishes around for anything matching that description that he can identify specifically enough. "You want to do the talking in case the resemblance is not superficial? And, like, you were supposed to be along for diplomatic purposes anyway... ah -" He produces a family tree.

"If the resemblance isn't superficial he won't be easy to offend or hard to work with," Maitimo says, but he commandeers the console. "Hello," he says. "Thank you for your time. We said we're from another country; it is a country in another world. We'd like to share the magic and technology of our civilization with yours, and learn about you. Where would you have us land the starship?"

Findekáno looks at the family tree. "You're married," he says to Maitimo. "And I think the rest of us exist - look at the names, that's uncannny..."

"Let us come up with terminology that doesn't involve referring to people we're not talking to in the second person, that's bewildering enough when it's only forks and not whatever this is," Cam says.

"Mitros, the King, is the eldest of seven, his next brother's name is Makarial," Findekáno says. "He has a cousin Finankar. Can you do models of everyone's faces in plastic or something..."

Mitros beams with delight and fascination. He asks an advisor to get the Queen, please. He leans forward and suggests to the crane a location to land a starship. 

...Cam lands the starship.

The Queen appears when summoned.

Mitros summarizes what the familiar said.

"...well. That's certainly interesting whether or not it's true."

"Yep. I gave them a location to land their 'starship', want to go greet it?"

"Sure, why not."

But she charges as she goes, just in case.

He has some guards join them, too. Though when he watches the starship land he is tentatively inclined to conclude that if the newcomers want them dead spells will not help.

...well, they might. Her eyes go on shining as she repeatedly drops and picks up her charge.

The door opens.

Mitros assesses: man who believes himself, correctly or not, to be in absolutely no danger from anything at all this world could offer, who has even more capabilities than his astonishing message suggested, who finds Mitros himself somehow surprising, who's looking through the crowd for other surprises of a similar nature -

- and then two people step out behind him and Mitros guesses the nature of the surprising thing. 

Mitros also notices that this man who looks just like him and this man who looks just like his cousin broke up and not on 'it will be very challenging to win me back' terms.

Mitros smiles neutrally and raises his arms in a welcoming gesture. "Welcome to Marlatia."

"Thank you," says Cam's computer. "I apologize if the automatic translation isn't up to scratch."

"No trouble. My father will probably learn your language over dinner," Mitros says, watching their reactions carefully.

"I am, let's say surprised by how not surprised I am by that," says Cam.

But this man doesn't know Mitros' counterpart that well or he'd have volunteered a name. "I am Mitros, King of Marlatia; this is my wife Iobel, our Queen. Please come inside, unless you require anything in your starship."

"Pleased to meet you both. I'm Cam, that's Maitimo, this is Findekáno, Maitimo you are the diplomat why am I talking," says Cam, heading inside. "We don't need anything in there particularly."

"Shock, maybe," Maitimo says smiling at Mitros and at Iobel. "This came as a complete surprise to us."

"Oh," Mitros says. "I thought you might have sought it out deliberately. There are a lot of countries here and none of the others are ruled by my doppelgangers yet. Is your familiar a magpie?"

"We don't have familiars," Maitimo says. "We had, once we learned they existed, entertained some vague hopes that if we met the right knowledgeable people we could acquire them."

"You've met the right knowledgable people," he says, "but that would be wholly without precedent." He resists the urge to give Findekáno a hug, even though Findekáno obviously needs a hug, and instead points out Finankar, eyes glowing, among the guard. "Of course, so is all of this."

"We're literally here because I thought the canals were cute and we had nothing more substantial to go on," Cam says, "we could have landed the crane anywhere."

Iobel giggles.

Mitros stares at Cam and furrows his brow for half a second before it smooths again. "I promised Iobel once," he says, "that once we ruled this world we would find out what the stars were made of and make her the empress of those, too. Don't fear for the stars, she'll be spectacularly good at it. Can you save us the time on research?"

"I can tell you what the stars are made of and in fact can even confirm that the other stars in this world are unoccupied!" Cam says. "However, I'm not sure that knowing they're mostly hydrogen and helium will help with the project of ruling them all."