"If you die with all your Sphere portals closed, no one can ever find it again, at least not while you're still dead. ...if you die in your Sphere with all the portals closed, I'm not even sure you can be resurrected, at least not with the current state of the art. Now that would be a nasty way for a highly motivated individual to permanently cut someone off from the multiverse."

"Demonic conjuration is adjacency-independent, so we'd be able to receive any correspondence they managed to record, but yes."

He shrugs.

"No one's ever trapped someone that way in Suranse that I know of, but then again in Suranse murder has historically always been a significantly more convenient option, and you've got all that indestructibility and so forth going around. And if the victim is themselves winged, they can escape via their own Sphere, but only if they had the chance to set up a portal somewhere first."

Nod.

"So the problem is only significant in the case where you have someone with a Sphere who really, really hates someone that has no Sphere but isn't conventionally mortal either. Might not ever come up."

"It might. But it does not seem poised to happen soon, at least if our agreement with the dark Arda Maitimos as communicated via Taliar is stable."

"I haven't had the time to meet them myself, but Esarkan hasn't found them at all difficult to work with. My impression is that the agreement will be as stable as you make it."

Nod.

"Anyway, I'm satisfied with your understanding of the situation. If you want to step into my Sphere and get your wings, I have a portal just down the hall that I can open."

"Yes please."

So he steps out of the meeting room and goes just down the hall and opens a portal.

His Sphere is... impressive. A misty plain of dew-silvered grass stretches away into the distance under a soft grey sky; presumably there are edges, maybe even some buildings, other portals perhaps, but none of that is visible from here. It's just a seemingly endless expanse of unused land.

Her wings appear at once, and when the column of light clears there they are, brown like her hair and sleek-feathered and folded neatly.

"Congratulations," says Dalvor.

"Thank you."

"Any other questions, or will you be heading back to distribute this to your alts?"

"Is there anything else I should know or that you'd care to ask?"

"There's another magic system attached to the Suranse cluster, and we haven't bothered to extensively test exactly how portable it is yet, because the weapons that make it worth using at scale don't work outside the cluster and it seems to be mostly useless compared to interdimensional niceties anyway. But if you have anyone you want to send to Suranse to try to pick up combat magic despite its uselessness, I can make arrangements."

"I'm sure someone will be curious. I can set you up with a crystal ball so we can write you when someone is, if you like."

"That would be very convenient."

"Where would you like it?"

"In my palace in Aluvanna would be a reasonable place to put it, I think." He opens another portal about ten feet away.

And she installs a crystal ball.

It goes very well in the nice little conference room in his palace.

"Thanks. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

"Of course, and likewise."

She explains the use of the ball and goes home.

And Dalvor peruses the available information on the crystal ball and makes a mental note to get one of the Taliars to give him an Internet at some point. Should be an interesting technical challenge what with the shape of the planet.