Okay, that doesn't match any afterlife he can think of; though he has a brief flicker of imagining he's somehow been plane shifted to Elysium when he notices the music performance in pride of place, it looks genuinely poor and not merely whimsical-in-a-way-that-comes-off-as-poor. Has anyone noticed him and conveniently taken the decision of whom to approach off his plate or does he have to figure that out now?

Nobody seems to have noticed him. However, as he looks around he'll notice a cluster of booths facing the field, each with short sign in an unfamiliar language - not all the same language, there are at least three alphabets in evidence - except for the one at the end, which has a sign that he can tell says 'Help Desk - Any Language' despite the design on it not looking like text at all.

Only half of the booths are manned, but the all-languages one is being staffed by an elderly human man with what may be an unfamiliar holy symbol hanging from a cord around his neck. He's speaking to someone, but there isn't otherwise a line for the booth.

Huh, he's never heard of a spell like that. He will go get in line for the Any Language help desk.

The ...person... currently at the desk seems disgruntled about something, but the details aren't clear through the language barrier. The man on the other side of the desk listens calmly, looks something up, asks a question, and writes down the answer, which apparently solves whatever their problem was, at least well enough that they head back into the sea of tents.

"Can I help you?"

"I don't know. I have no idea where I am and am pretty confused about how I got here, though some kind of monster was involved."

"Huh. Where were you before the monster? Did you get a look at it at all? - Would you expect a cleric of travel to recognize your language, because if you didn't come up from the slave market it's odd that I don't."

"I was in northern Cheliax, heading from Taggun Hold to Westcrown for the constitutional convention, and the monster looked like a snake with its head replaced by a full length mirror, which I've never heard of before. I imagine Desnans on other continents might not recognize Taldane but if I'm still on Avistan it would be surprising."

He struggles a bit to keep the delight off his face. "Unfortunately I'm fairly sure you're not from this planet; I've never heard of any of those places and the god of travel is Fharlanghn, here." He touches his holy symbol as he says the name.

"Well, that also explains why Taldane would be unfamiliar. My planet is called Golarion."

"Oerth, most commonly, and welcome to it. Unfortunately I'm in the middle of something right this moment," he gestures at the refugee camp surrounding them, "or I'd offer to take you around and see if anyone has any idea of how to get you home. - I should ask the wizards, actually, if they think waiting will affect your chances - how much do you care about getting back, should I be using my emergency supplies on it?"

"Oh, no, I don't think so. I was expecting to be on the road for at least a couple more weeks, and if I'm getting home by magic then presumably it can deposit me directly where I meant to go. I won't be late for a month. I have a Create Food and Water prepared, if you would show me where to put it to best use?"

"What I'm worried about is there being a magical trace that they could use to get you home that'll be gone in an hour, or a day - I don't know that it works that way but it might."

"It hadn't occurred to me to worry about that. My planet and Goddess are actually having a bad year and if that's at issue I'd appreciate your checking."

"All right, I'll just be a minute." He unfurls a portable hole on the ground behind the desk and descends into it, returning shortly with a couple of wands and a charm bracelet. One of the wands is apparently Sending; he speaks a few characteristicly clipped sentences and waits for a response.

"My teleportation specialist friend doesn't think it's likely, but she's going to come check anyway, it'll be a few minutes for her to get ready."

Wow. A wand of Sending. Blai doesn't whistle but only because he's too Chelish.

"Was there anything you wanted to ask in the meantime? Or we could definitely use that Create Food, we're having to teleport it in right now."

"Just show me where you want it. Bread and stew and eggs all right?"

"If you can do edible fungus they'd appreciate it a bit more but it's perfectly fine if not." He grabs a walking stick from just inside the tent flap and leads the way toward the cookfires. "They had an earthquake here a little over a week ago, and it caved in part of an underground slave market; the ones on this side of the cave-in managed to get free and we're helping them out."

"I can do mushrooms for at least some of it."

"Much appreciated." Walk walk. "So, tell me a little bit about your goddess? Fharlanghn is true neutral, god of travel and unofficially freedom, trade, and cultural exchange; Pelor sent some clerics for the hospital and a couple of paladins in case the grey dwarves decide to bother us, and he's neutral good, healing and community and the sun and unofficially humans, his symbol is the sun, and we have a local druid of Ehlonna around somewhere, she's neutral good, goddess of human-maintained wilderness and domesticated things, and her holy symbol is a rearing unicorn."

"Iomedae is the lawful good goddess of defeating evil and triage. She actually mostly chooses paladins, but I'm a cleric. Her symbol is the sword and the sun. She's the patron of a country called Lastwall, on Golarion, and inherited some of the concerns of the dead god Aroden."

"Sounds like we want to get you home, then, if she's having a bad year."

"I don't, mind you, know what I am supposed to do about that at this time, I haven't made it to a catechism class yet, but presumably there is something I am meant for."

"Well, you presumably had something in mind? Not that that's a guarantee, of course." They've arrived at the cookfires; Raafi points him to an area set aside for conjured food.

"I was previously stationed guarding the border of the Worldwound but one of the archmages who conquered my country recently wanted clerics for the constitutional convention so I was on my way there." And before he has to answer any questions about that: chanting for Create Food and Water.