Are there any obvious parties going his way? He doesn't want to settle down for any length of time, his instincts will be counterproductive there.

There's enough visibility from the city gates that when he gets there, he'll see a caravan maybe a mile ahead on the road? It's hard to tell if it's moving faster or slower than he normally would, though. If he asks the gate guards they'll say that there's only one convoy that size every few days, but smaller parties set out every hour or two; so if he waits, he can probably catch one?

Yeah, he'll wait an hour.

After twenty minutes, he'll catch a trio leaving his way.

There's a wizardy young man, thin and robed in many layers with a staff topped with quartz. Next to him is a woman with stained, elbow-length leather gloves, a cloak, a wide-brimmed hat and some things that flash on her belt when the wind blows. Leading them is a muscular, tan woman covered in golden tattoos, on her back a simple but weighty glaive. No, not tattoos—colored thread, embroidered in patterns through their skin. A stitch-person.

"Good day. Are you headed north? May I walk with you?"

Thee stitch-woman glances at the other two, who offer a light shrug.

"Of course!" she says. "Yes, we are, through Vesep, for Ger. Company for the road's always welcome."

"Where are you headed?" asks wizardy man.

"I need to stop in Levrhine, most proximately, for a message."

"Most people take the east route through Hellios if they don't have business in Germina," says the stitch-woman. You don't normally critique the pathfinding of a stranger, but this guy doesn't look like he's from around here.

"My long-term plans are north; I don't need to go north every day."

Shrug.

"Well, you're welcome to walk with us. I'm Tessane," the stitch-woman, "and these are Veront," the wizard, "and Ilique," the human woman with the gloves and cloak.

"My name is Blai Artigas."

Fancy. Probably sounds like it just because he's foreign. He sounds and looks foreign, at least.

They can set off without further ado, then.

"Feel free to tell me off, by the way, but—you don't look local, are you from... Terandria?"

"I'm actually from another plane of existence entirely but I think I'm the same kind of thing as humans here anyway."

"Woah, that must be a story," says the stitch-woman.

    "He's messing with you, Tess," laughs the wizard.

"No, come on, you wouldn't do that." She looks at Blai.

"I am forbidden to lie and would probably lose my magic if I took it up."

"One of those classes," Tessane muses. "Not that I go around lying all the time, but I could never do that. It'd make me so anxious of slipping up."

    "I don't think other planes of existence are... real," ventures the wizard.

"Veront, you don't think anything is real. Have some sense of wonder!"

        "...I also don't think other planes of existence are real," says Ilique. "Shouldn't you have... more limbs... or speak in gibberish tongues that drive all who listen mad... or something."

"No, that would require being from a more distant plane, this one seems like it's pretty close to the one I'm from. - well, not the more limbs part, plenty of races on Golarion have more limbs, but driving those who listen mad would definitely require greater exoticism."

"Have you been to a lot of planes? What brings you here?"

The other two also look interested now. If it's a tall tale, at least it might be an interesting tall tale.

"I've only been to this one and the Material - Golarion being the part of the Material I'm from - but I've encountered entities from several others. I actually prepared a spell today to summon one, and if I don't need it for a giant scorpion or anything on the road, I could cast it this evening to show you."

"I'll do my utmost to keep the Stingers off," promises Tessane.

        "And it won't drive us mad?" says Ilique tentatively.

"It will not, no."

"I took you for a thing-hitty type, not a spell-casty type," says Tessane. "With the knight armor and mace and all."

"Clerics can do both. In the context of Golarion we're mostly healers but we can be more versatile than that."

"That's a very diverse Skillset. Healers. Ilique, do you have pointers to swap on that?"

        "I'm an [Alchemist]," volunteers said woman. "Don't specialize in healing, really, but I can cook up the usual tinticures when there's the need. Not sure it's worth your time."

"Healing potions mostly seem much worse than what I do except insofar as you don't need me to be present to use one."