There is a small room, originally intended to be a supply closet of some kind, currently serving as the apartment of last resort for this human teenager. There's no furniture; all his possessions are sitting either on or beneath the folded quilt on the floor. In one corner is a pile of necklaces of coins whose colors change constantly by magic. The one tall, narrow window looks out on a city of mostly four- and five-story buildings painted to look vaguely reminiscent of a forest.
"One of the local types of magic can lift things. We use this to transport people and cargo."
Then they'll do just what they said they would. Nothing else eventful will happen during the night unless Beka does something.
In the morning there's a flight to Mar Geru. It's a nice city, albeit not really designed for humanoids at all and certainly not for orfs.
The building where they want her to go is large and designed to seem imposing to most locals. There's a lobby where she could read the laws (if she could read) or get a copy of a language lesson illusion show or talk to a receptionist. To get to the person who wants to question her she'll have to pass through a maze of illusions, but that's what the extremely nervous guide is for.
It has more than seventy hours of content but she can have a copy to watch later, and a magically soundproofed box to keep it in when she's not watching so she doesn't have to hear carefully enunciated Hari sentences at all times. It's free; the imperial government has a vested interest in everyone understanding Hari.
The box does not object to this.
Her guide glances at a picture on the wall that shows the current angle of the sun, then asks if she's ready.
Through the maze, then. It's under an illusion to look like a completely different maze, but it's probably less disorienting with the ability to read the thoughts of someone who knows the way.
At the end of the maze is a room with a dais that appears at a glance to have a person on it (one of the big cats, like the one at the apartment but with less colorful fur), although that could easily be an illusion. They're not perceptible to osanwe. The guide hangs around to handle translation; incidentally, he's terrified of this person, less because they're a predator and more because they're very important.
"Welcome," says the very important person on the dais. "I hope you have found our empire safe and pleasant so far."
There was a thing that looked like this snake with a mirror for a face! and I went through the mirror and wound up in the city.
"Thank you. If anyone did follow you, for example because of a similar accident, would you expect that to cause problems?"
It'd really depend who. Somebody who looks like the same kinda thing as my baby wouldn't be a big deal. His Lordship you don't want around for sure.
I dunno if you could, he's good at illusions. He's kinda just in general a threatening guy. If you haven't seen any orcs around besides the baby I don't think he's coming? He probably would have thrown some orcs in first if he was thinking about it.