This shallow valley in the foothills of a broad mountain range is usually unoccupied aside from the occasional shepherd and flock. Today, though, it's bustling: much of the space is taken up by a hastily erected tent city, mismatched canvas scrounged from wherever it could be found, with cookfires clustered in the rockiest section and a field hospital laid out near the small lake at the bottom of the valley, all in use by an especially heterogenous and ragged collection of humanoids. Near the hospital, a bit of space has been left free for various purposes, including the music performance it's currently being used for, which has drawn an audience of children and their parents.
"Sounds like interesting times," he says, when the chanting is done. "I meant when you went for your clerichood, though, in my experience that generally doesn't take if you're very wrong about how you're going to fit into your church."
"I - oh, I didn't ask Her for it, I would have told you it was all but impossible, it was a blessing but a surprise."
"Huh. And you hold spells like a wizard, you don't make them on the fly like a sorcerer, right? That's a difference between our worlds. Here, to be a cleric, you have to reach out to your god; if They reach out to you it works differently. It's also much rarer."
"I prepare spells, yes, that's how it works for clerics on Golarion. I believe in most cases in the more organized churches the gods prefer people who have been making a deliberate effort to align themselves but it is not unheard of for even those to make contact completely out of nowhere."
"I know some scholars who'd love to talk to you, if you don't mind staying for a few extra days. How about clerics without gods, do you have those on Golarion? Oh, and where did you arrive, Zelena's going to want to see it."
"Just over there - I am aware of some weird spellcasters who are sort of like clerics crossed with sorcerers and do not have gods? None who are definitely completely normal clerics apart from not having gods. And I don't mind staying for as long as several weeks provided I can make it to Westcrown when expected."
"I'll see if I can arrange for it - you should start thinking about how you want to be paid, too, I'm assuming in magic items but weeks is already a bit tight to find anything that's not common. And I can pay for any spellcasting you do for us here."
"There are magic items that are affordable in a single digit number of weeks of civilian third-circle casting?"
"Not many, but the scholars I have in mind know that I know what a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this is worth to them."
"I suppose I should be telling the Abadarans about this place when I get back, too, so I will want some pictures for them to target Plane Shifts."
"Oh, now I'm jealous, we can't target a Plane Shift more accurately than a few hundred miles. How detailed do the pictures need to be, do you know?"
"Oh, it's not more accurate for ours, they just need to be able to identify the planet, and maybe teleport on from there. I don't have either spell so I'm afraid I don't know the accuracy requirements."
"Well, I can get you some that are good enough for our spells, and since Zelena's going to be here anyway I'll ask her if she has anything that'll work in the other direction. Or maybe I'll just go with you and wait for someone to come for me, I'm sure Fharlanghn won't leave us with no way to get there if He can help it."
"The Abadarans will love you. - I don't know if you have Him here, He's the god of trade."
"I'm sure there's a regional god for it out there somewhere, but Fharlanghn is as close as we get in most places."
He eyes the angle of the sun, then takes the charm bracelet from earlier out of one of the pouches on his belt. "Ready for company?"
He flourishes the bracelet and announces Zelena's name, and a willowy woman in indigo robes with an intricately embroidered backpack appears.
Raafi speaks to her in a local language for a moment before turning back to Blai. "You know, I didn't catch your name? Anyway, this is Zelena Vortexa, sixteenth tier teleportation specialist, and her familiar Blink, and I'm Traveler Raafi."
Zelena asks a question before he can answer. Raafi points her at the area where Blai appeared and she strides off.
"...sorry, I thought that didn't feel idiomatic - our spells go up to nine but there's an upper and lower tier, sixteenth tier is upper eighth circle."
"Oh, you subdivide the circles, I see." Normally he would be freaking out about meeting an eighth circle, too, but he's seen a few in passing before at the Wound and also he got a lot of what fretting remained out of the way on his route to the Convention since there were going to be archmages there.
"Yeah; they're fairly distinct, at least for us, and people like the acknowledgement that they're making progress." He starts meandering in Zelena's direction.
Yep, Raafi will pause and wait for him if he doesn't immediately take the cue.
Raafi doesn't seem to mind, at least.
"So, you said you were guarding the border of the worldwound? What's that about?"