"Excellent! Bring me to him. Let's get this headache over with," Theod replied.
A short walk later, the captain gestured to a door. "He's in here."
Theod held himself tall and thought of the ideals that had brought him to The Judge's Order. He hasn't been out in the field long, but even a new judge's rough cloth robe and wooden badge of office can project the presence of the original for long enough to make an imposing entrance.
Stepping through the door to a suddenly hushed room, he asks "Which is the accused?"
He's presented with a slightly bruised man, hands tied with ropes.
"Do you swear to tell me the truth today, as I have sworn to use that knowledge well?"
The man growls "Yes", which Theod knows is true, and then "Much good may it do you!"
There is a feeling of overwhelming light, and cracks in it, spreading through space.
When he can make sense of his surroundings, he is... not there.
"That would be great, thanks. And like I said, my judge's gift will be at your disposal if it's useful to you all."
"It might be, depending on what we come across. Every now and then we have to track down someone who's waking shadows or trying to become a lich, and we have no special advantages there."
He's probably going to ask around for alternate perspectives when he's fluent, but he doesn't expect to change his mind that much. And mentioning that is clearly just rude.
And over there is a walled campus of buildings with more griffins and winged horses in it than most walled campuses of buildings.
Conspicuously not looking at the campuses, because this probably was akin to a mistake. But he can feel the descent, probably.
"Lead the way, I suppose? Unless there's other tasks needed first, I can wait."
"If you're not in a hurry I'd like to get out of my armor, and of course see to Ragnar, who has had a long day."
A few paladins look at Theod curiously. One pokes him with a Winter Light sigil. No one is talking directly to him, and therefore he cannot understand any of them.
And he has time to sit and stew over the fact that he will probably never see anyone he's ever met again.
Joy.
He hopes.
"I'm sorry. I've never heard of a mage pulling people from between worlds, but it's not impossible you could eventually find one who can put you back."
"I'll look into it. Or even see about learning magery myself. But I'm plopped in a foreign world without warning, and going through my first couple official judge circuits have been more excitement than I was used to. It's going to take a while to adjust to the shock."
He shakes out his shoulders and brightens a bit, "Shall we go see the Bright Sister?"
"Yes, this way. Call her Sister - just call any paladins you see Brother or Sister if you don't know them, but her especially - and be polite and I think that's all the important formal protocol."
"Is that so. And what is Theod planning to do about this?" asks Bright Sister.
"My initial plan is to learn the local language, and see whether my judge's gifts - lie detection, a sense of appropriate punishments, and an aura of calm and respect, all very limited - are as useful here as they were where I grew up. Kaja mentioned you might let me stay in the novice's dormitories for some short time, until I can communicate with ordinary people. I would appreciate that very much."
"I'd certainly be happy to help; your work seems valuable, and I owe Kaja my life, so I do feel a certain debt. But I expect I'll be more at home in the town, once I can communicate there."
"Yes Sister," says Kaja, bowing, and she leads Theod away.
Once they've left, he turns to Kaja and says "That seemed like it went well."