Blai could totally stay awake for 24 hours from now if he needed to! He's done things like that before! Some demons have darkvision or they can light up the night and spend all of it attacking! It's sunrise he needs! Yes, yes, sleep vocabulary, sure.

Then it will probably not resolve his concerns at all that Blayde offers him a bed in a windowless room where neither the yellow sun nor the green one will disturb him.

Well, it buys him some time to think!

Wow, thinking is terrible and he hates it! He will do his best to go to sleep instead. Dawn will wake him, or something that is sort of but not quite dawn will wake him, or it won't, it's in Iomedae's hands.

Dawn does come.

Oh thank Iomedae. ... Sarenrae?? Is Sarenrae partial to the one sun or is she a suns-in-general kind of - irrelevant! Spells!

No one has the slightest idea that this is a significant time but they can let him pray if he wants.

An hour later he is prepared to face the day! He opens the door, leaving his bag and its contents (now including his mail and mace) behind.

If he stays in the general living area and doesn't try to wander off into an armory nobody will immediately disturb him, though some people are watching him.

Are any of them talking or are they just kind of hanging out?

To each other, not immediately to him.

"Comprehend Languages."

"...food riots, I hope," someone is saying as he and another person trade off helping each other get their armor on.

"And lose our best excuse to shoot people and take cute prisoners?"

"...like there's anyone who'd treat her any better," someone says, and three people laugh.

"...think a sage is gonna help us?" someone sort of obliquely watching him is saying. "A moss-for-brains statue-fucker who dumped out his subspace pack for a bunch of slummers? 'Sides. The Precursors're dead anyway."

"Shut it, he's probably just pretending not to understand."

"Understand," Blai says, though actually that was a confusing enough sentence that he considers not claiming to have understood it before deciding that some ambiguity must be tolerated in the case of Comprehend Languages.

The person who called him a statue-fucker makes teakettle noises. The one who speculated that Blai might understand laughs raucously.

Apologetic shrug.

"You got another feast up your sleeve?" asks the person who speculated that Blai might understand.

Nod nod.

"Well, let's have it, then! And after that Commander Erol wants to talk to you."

Do they have requests. Or dishes. Or anything else they want to say before he pulls another feast out of his sleeve.

They can provide a bunch of bowls.

Okay. Ten minutes of chanting. Not an amazing use of the Comprehend Languages duration but they do not seem to know what to make of his entire deal so they probably don't know about it; he can cast another later. When he has dishes to work with he usually does beans and rice and scrambled eggs and leafy greens and a healthy layer of cheese on top of all of it in each bowl, and then the rest of the spell output becomes dates and grapes and figs.

The person who is obviously in charge is back before he’s done chanting. Someone explains that apparently he insists on doing that first before he feeds them, and also that he admitted he does understand them after all.

After ten minutes the spell completes and they have their meals.

The person who is obviously in charge takes a seat and invites Blai to sit across from him. He takes a bowl and a fig.

There is much less idle chatter now. People eat.

Blai will have some too and try to figure out which of these people will be the most interested in spending some of the next 24 hours talking to him.