Teams are assembled for the Earthlike planet! They scatter around to all the cities and any particularly-far-from-cities village clusters.

Focusing on one particular city that seems to be on the southern edge of the densely settled area-

They appear before wooden gates in a wooden palisade. Adults and children stream in and out of the city. The two spear-armed guards at the gate startle into alertness, the people on the road all pause hesitantly.

"Who goes there?" Seems like a reasonable response to Suddenly Appearing People?

"Hello! We are peaceful visitors from Vanda Nossëo, which is based around another star."

"Another star?"

"S-Star Travelers!? Oh holy ones, we are honored!" The guards bow. Everyone else starts bowing, too.

"We're ordinary people!" says Nelen. "We're not particularly holy or special, it's just our job to meet new peoples."

"You must be holy! You bear great magic power, and you came from the stars! Just like the legend says!"

"It's - sometimes the case that a prophecy can tell people about visitors from other worlds before they arrive," says Nelen carefully, "but it's rare. It may be that we're separate from whoever or whatever the legend led you to expect."

They're an odd bunch: Nelen, who seems to be the leader, is a short androgynous man with a vermilion ponytail streaked with one stripe of gold, and his companions include a dark woman with pale pink wings and a halo, a seven-foot-tall inhumanly beautiful man with elaborate black braids and profoundly rich and lovely clothes, a petite totally human looking woman, and just about the ugliest possible man in a very crisp suit.

"I - I suppose I'm not a priest," the louder guard says. "But - you look very powerful. And the priests call for you - for the sky lords."

"Maybe we should take them to the temple?" The other guard ventures.

Everyone else on the road is still staying well back, forming a crowd that edges into the fields on either side. More guards seem to be pushing their way through the crowd from the inside-the-city side.

"We'll be happy to accompany you to a temple if that seems like where we should be," says Nelen. "We weren't aware of being called and I worry we'll disappoint sky lord related expectations, but if that's understood we'd appreciate the escort."

"I think you should go to the temple, or to the King," the second guard insists. "Things could get messy here otherwise. And the crowd is blocking the road."

"Sorry about that. Please lead the way," says Nelen.

The guards confer with the other guards, and then a guard with a beaten-up bronze chestplate and a coat adorned with lots of two-foot-long red feathers who seems to be some sort of commander picks three more guards and starts shouting at people to clear the way.

The city is... A not terribly well organized bronze age city. They have a lot of big granaries.

And here is the palace! It's stone, unlike the rest of the place. Sections of it seem half-built. The palace guards stand aside for feather-coat guy, Commander Bearslayer (as someone calls him), and he leads them to a big dining room that at least has some artistic effort put into it. Abstract paint adorns the furniture and walls, with lots of circles and naturalistic curves and animal outlines.

"Here we are, star visitors! We weren't expecting important guests today, my apologies. Do you have any questions or requests before I go brief the King about you all, visitors of Vanda Nossëo?"

"We're happy to wait to see the king, nothing we have to say is of particular minute-level urgency," says Nelen.

"Right, ask the servants if you need anything! We can throw you a feast later today but there's bread now if you need it."

And then he's off and the guard escort follows, leaving a boy of about fourteen lingering by the door, looking kind of intimidated.

Cassiel smiles at him and waves, trying to be unintimidating.

He... Waves back?

"...Are you all really from another star, sirs? I've been to the mountain once but no further. What's it like?"

"Would you like to see pictures?" Nelen asks.

"Paint... Ings...? Yes, but..." He glances at the wooden door. "Yes, I would, if you don't need anything, thank you."

"They're actually not paintings, but close enough." Nelen pulls up a picture of Amenta. "This is a picture of where I grew up, from very, very high in the sky."

"The world is a ball." He nods confidently, relaying a fact he Learned In School. "It only looks flat because it's huge. Wow... Are those lights fires?"

"No, they're another way to light places at night."

"With magic or with artifacts*?"

*'artifacts' here definitely carries the impression of technology, but with the addition that they're very rare and strange.

"With artifacts, in this case!" says Nelen. "But ones that it's possible to easily make thousands of."

"The priests say we used to have all the artifacts we wanted before chaos nearly killed everybody."

"Wow. I'd like to know more about that, but maybe the priests are the people to ask?" says Nelen.