"I'll need to call Fharlanghn for it, if you want to go now."

"It's not an emergency but if you forget about it I can't send you an email from here. You might want to get a conjuration courier service so you can get low priority messages from all the worlds but only after you're ready to staff the address."

"I can still hear you if you call me, but there's no reason not to go now, I'll just need you to be polite to him while he's here."

"I can be polite."

"All right. Fharlanghn?"

    "I'm busy," comes a disembodied voice.

"I know, we just need a lift to Limbo."

    "Sure. Near the duplicate is fine?"

"I think so. Do you need to be anywhere in particular?"

"Uh, I'll want to find my parents eventually but I can get around on my own fine. Duplicate?"

"People repeat between worlds, sometimes, apparently. That's why we had so much trouble getting here, half the time Fharlanghn tried to look at Raafi he got the local version instead." Their surroundings abruptly change. "We've got it sorted out now, though."

"Oh. That's... interesting. Do you have a me?" Cam looks around. "Is the Limboite Raafi in... that truck?"

The big rig in question starts slowing down; it looks like it'll stop neatly right next to them. Pelor peers at it. "Mmhmm."

"Kinda dated. He must be about my age, or got the truck from someone who is. Or he's just hitching a ride, I guess."

The truck comes to a stop; the man who hops out of the cab appears maybe fifteen or twenty years younger and is topless, but otherwise looks just like his counterpart in their party. He looks confusedly from him to Cam. "I didn't know we were due for a concordance."

"You're not! Sorry about the no notice but giving notice would have taken years. It's not a concordance, I'm just an individual demon here to visit my parents and do terraforming, and this is a deity from a newly discovered universe and this is apparently an alternate universe version of you, which is I guess why we're here and not New Rome or someplace."

"-do I bow?"

  "Only if you want to."

"Okay. Uh, welcome to Limbo, I guess." He returns his attention to Cam. "If you've got a minute I can see what my next stop has been wanting, I've got a bit of room in the back."

"I absolutely have a minute. Gonna terraform the place and then the train'll come every day."

"Excellent." He swings back up into the cab to grab a tablet, which he pokes at for a few seconds before turning it over with a wishlist. He starts walking back to unlock the truck. "So - another world? Gods?"

  "We'll have transportation between them soon, I think, you can come see."

"Man, this is the best day in a century at least. So what do you do?"

  "Cleric of the god of travel."

"-of course, if there's one of those. What's it like?"

  "Good, most of the time." He smiles, just a little. "I can teleport."

"So jealous. Is that just your world, or, like-"

  "Well getting to the point of teleporting takes a few years. But you can do it, yes."

"No wonder you got a truck." Cam follows. "My mom got an RV, you might have met her getting concordance stuff, I resemble her, she often totes around Limbo kids, name's Renée?"

"Oh, Renée! Yeah, I know Renée. She was going to - Little Byblos? Or was that last time - that or New Memphis East, one of those. If she stuck to her plans, which, well, it's a starting point anyway. Do you want to see my map?"

"She writes, I'll find her, but sure, I'll take a look at your map."

That's in the tablet, too. He unlocks the back of the truck; it proves to be two-thirds full, of carefully-secured boxes in the back and bins and racks of tools and clothing and food - flour, rice, nuts, dried fruit - nearer the door. "I'm running a little light, I should be able to take ten-eleven tons no problem."

Cam looks over the wishlist and does estimates of the weights and volumes at hands and fills it up. "I'm going to need to read a textbook for the concordance postal workers," he remarks.

"The Mail Runner's Guide by Tina Wells. I should have you update the sneakernet box while you're here, too, I heard there was a new edition coming out."

"I think they don't get everything fully collated for you guys till the concordance is only a few months out. I'll write them." He does this.

"I suppose that's fair. I really appreciate this, anyway."

"It'll be keen! I also want to terraform Mars but live humans won't let me talk. Limboites on the other hand know demons're great."

"You are! They're really missing out, I hope someone tells them."