She does not even bother pointing out that they need them for the trip. She predicts it won't work.

When Segda is done eating all the mushrooms it says "How long till we get to the place?"

"Four days."

"Wow."

Segda is mostly cooperative about foraging, although it continues with its erratic demands and impulses in between and generally makes a predictably annoying traveling companion all the way there.

Maybe Amilu will have a subtle artist. Or anyone who has heard of her homeland.

Amilu doesn't have a subtle artist or anyone who has heard of her homeland. It has a large civil service building! And temples! And markets! And homes! And gardens! And paper lanterns! And an absolutely vile smelling soy-based comestible available for sale on sticks! And tons of humans! And inns! And winehouses! And brothels! And a big palacelike house on manicured grounds painted bright red and decorated with curling ocean waves on flags! And beggars! And a school! And a bathhouse! And restaurants! And a theater!

All humans?

There is actually a small band of strangers - five adults, sticking close together - in one of the markets.

But that's it? Weird. 

How about the gods, does she recognize any of those?

There are more of the same religions represented in Yarisong, Tiaobu and Yi'a, plus a third called Mapailiang, which based on cursory inspection is mostly about decorating things in black and white.

Oookay.

Iris goes to the civil service office to petition to be allowed to heal people for money.

The civil service office wants to know how she was trained in the healing arts.

In her nation of origin it is common for people pursuing the educational path she chose to learn a few simple healing spells for their own safety and that of those travelling with them, and she can cast Cure Minor Wounds four times a day and Cure Wounds twice. Despite the name they handle some diseases too.

"Where is the rest of your group?"

"Where I'm from magic works differently and does not require several people."

The civil servant frowns. "There isn't a form for that."

"...you could put down my companion if you want. Name of Segda."

"This times of day thing, price fixing is illegal in Amilu."

"Different magic. I can only do it so often before I need to rest."

"Don't get along that well with your little stranger? Where did you even get a little stranger?" wonders the civil servant, flipping frowningly through a large book of regulations.

"In the woods. It'd got lost."

"What are your radicals?"

"Different kind of magic."

"It's a blank, I can write it in if you just tell me what the radicals where you're from are called."

"Uh, 'ranger' and 'rogue'."