"Almost certainly not. Well, is there anything wizards mostly can't do that I might be able to?"

"Uh - resurrect the dead? Casually make teleportation circles without charging a meaningful fraction of a national budget?"

"Nope and don't even know what that means. Damn. There's probably something, but--oh. Hm. I could de-age people, I think I saw enough old people that that's not redundant, at least."

"Oh! Yeah, wizards don't do that. You probably want a big commercial caster office with a huge network and maybe you can work something out where they call up their big customers and have you de-age them and then you can get a translation spell and a scry for your sister and a call or summon depending."

"I think I understood maybe half of that."

"...I can take you to a place where you might be able to trade de-aging for the wizard spells you need done."

"But this isn't going to involve long-term commitment on my part, right?"

"Right, you only need two, three spells done, how many people can you de-age in a day?"

"In a whole day? Plenty. It doesn't take that long."

"Yeah, they'd rather have you for a day than risk you going somewhere else," the green haired lady says confidently.

"I'm going to want to figure out something longer-term at some point, once I find my sister, assuming I can't just teleport us back home. Which I will want to try, but this is completely unprecedented as far as I know."

"I mean," says the green haired lady, "I assume the wizards'll be able to send you home, wherever that is."

"...What, really?"

"Probably? They might try to convince you to stay, de-aging could be a big deal, but you can just charge lots of money for that and go around to people until somebody will send you back?"

"And this is a thing they can for sure do?"

"I'm not a wizard myself, but I think so?"

"Feels almost anticlimactic, but in a good way."

"Well, let's find you a wizard so you can talk to people besides dragons and find your sister, then."

"Dragons?"

"Yeah? Dragons? That's why that guy called me over, he knew I'd be able to talk to you."

"Yoooou don't look like a dragon. Also. Dragons aren't real where I come from."

"Yes I do," says the lady, pointing at her hair. "Anyway, it sounds like things are very different where you come from."

"If the identifying characteristic is hair color I'm not sure why the word you picked in my language was dragon. Dragons are supposed to be usually-large reptiles that may or may not have wings or breathe fire."

"...well, if I walked down the street like that I don't see how there'd be any room for anybody else, you know?"

"...Aha. Stories about dragons in my world usually don't involve shapeshifting."