Here is a sea of grass and rolling hills, stretching far as the eye can see. Far to the east and west, past the fields of green and autumn-orange, mountain ranges rise up and past the clouds: cliffs to the heavens, climbing without end.
"Interesting!... huh, do you know how old she was, is she maybe a Half-Elf, have you seen a Half-Elf, they're like human but with pointy ears..." She mimes pointy ears next to her pre-existing pointy ears.
"I have seen people like that on Golarion but not here. She was supposed to be many tens of thousands of years old; I was told she reincarnates."
"I've never heard of anything like that, wow. So the King of Khelt sent you with the diplomatic mission to ask about ancient clerics on this world, and she says they existed but doesn't have a lot of information about it... and she ended up allying with Reim, but released you fairly. Is that about right? Why did you want to know about that, anyway?"
"Oh, it was going fine, but more information would have been valuable. Or at least it could have been, I suppose it would have been thoroughly useless if the Quarass had been able to tell us the favorite colors of historic clerics."