"Well, at home, when I vanished, it was about third-and-ten, which means it was three angles and ten degrees since dawn. What time is it now and what relationship does that have to things happening overhead?"

"About seven-thirty, or seven and a half hours since noon."

"So it's... evening, going to be dark for a while yet?" concludes Aurin thoughtfully.

"Yes."

"And me coming up on lunchtime. Grand."

"Yes."

A folded note appears in front of Aurin.

"Oh, well, that's very polite of Mial, isn't it, probably," says Aurin, and he turns human to pick it up and read it.

I found a transworld scry and you seem to be getting along with the locals. Song me when you want to come home. And turn human, I'm not drawing a summoning circle big enough for your natural form.

Aurin snorts. "He says to song him when I want to go home. Any tourist attractions it'd be criminal to miss out on besides this weird rock garden?"

"Graveyard," he corrects absently. "Well, I could show you the mouth of hell, but it's not very impressive to look at."

"Surely the most disappointing aspect of a conveniently accessible excuse me?"

"What?"

"Explain 'mouth of hell' because we don't have one of those?"

"A sort of... convenient access point for a number of prominent hell dimensions. Must I also explain hell dimensions?"

"I suspect you must."

"Other universes, varyingly distant from this one, principally inhabited by demons and hell-gods."

"So you have interworld travel here too, but you only use it to go nasty places?"

"If there are non-nasty places to go, that information is not well-publicized."

"My world's not nasty."

"Then I suspect it is not a hell dimension."

"I'd worked that part out, funnily enough."

Snort.

Aurin shakes his head. "I don't much care to see the portal to the hell dimension, thanks. Anything else that ought to keep me?"

"No. This is very much a Hellmouth-centered town."