"Vampires on Earth are a type of mutant. I was pretty skeptical of them existing until recently when I looked into those guys. They sorta worship sorta imprison just one of them- They keep her locked up most of the time, but she's crazy, and fast, and gives off some kind of chemical that makes you want to lower your guard. All biochemical mutant shit, not magic."

"That's... very strange and I'm not sure what to make of it. If she's not undead she's not necessarily evil..."

"Probably I'm only really wanting to translate them that way because drinking blood and mental effects feel like a prominent feature of both? -'Vampire' sounds really scary in Chelish. You could call Golarion's version Dread Vampires, or call Earth's, blood mutants, or something. I think this is a sidetrack."

"As you say."

On to the second Act, then.

A lot of this will read like archaic nonsense but he can try to skew it to 'cool, smooth operator Iomedae', and at least provide the appropriate terms to relate it to modern-day equivalents, like fixers, gangs, cartels, gigs, dealers, back-alley shops, the Army, implants, guns... He gets sidetracked comparing military doctrine at one point, guns and mines and drones and also guns' big brothers, guided rockets, are so critical to modern war that it's just really hard to compare, and also they don't have the thing where people get tougher directly so much as one learns combat skills- He went the University of New York for two years once, what feels like half a lifetime ago, they teach a lot of seemingly irrelevant things like, for example, military doctrine-

"It's the sort of thing that would get better over time and in particular adapt to changing military resources, I'm not surprised it's different."

Anyway, back to early translation attempts- This part goes better if you specifically call out how Iomedae is building a big army-

And soon enough it's lunchtimeish.

Blai would like a very literal translation too, because he's not catechized and doesn't know what parts are important and what's just form and detail, but he appreciates the suggestions on what will be salient and what will want the most explanation.

In the early afternoon he will take Food requests, and then Create.

...Huh. Suddenly Food is pretty convincing.

Om nom nom sudden food.

"I think I want to hang out here for like, three more days, and then go for Bordertown. I might come back for the bike if I can buy more radiator fluid. It's worth a few hundred bucks even like this."

"Of course."

Over the next couple of days the guy is still - antsy, but focuses on translation work. It's something to do.

Then a woman on a motorcycle pulls up late in the afternoon. She's badly injured and trying to hide it- Doing moderately well at that.

"Hello."

"Hello. I have a suspicion - you have some sort of medicine I could benefit from. There are rumors. And this man is known to have a broken leg, but there he stands-"

(His current visitor winces.)

"So... Yes. I can pay."

"Are you hurt, or sick?"

"It may not be an entirely clean division. More injured than sick. Possibly poisoned."

"My magic is good at hurt and not very good at poisoned. I can try, and try more things tomorrow." Does a Guidance help? And a Cure Light.

Guidance doesn't seem to help. Cure Light does.

"-Ah. That helped some. May I borrow your - structure - and inspect myself?"

"You may go in the church. Here -" He Lights up a hardboiled egg he has around and hands it to her.

"-Odd. Alright. I'm going to undress and clean my wounds. I'm also going to be medicating myself. Please don't enter while I'm doing that. I'll pay you what I believe is fair after, and at least I will be able to continue my journey."

"I understand."

His translator would Urgently Like To Talk To Him once she's no longer visible! Quietly!

...okay, what's up, translator.

"That's Para Bellum, of the Pumas. I recognize the gun she's carrying. It's sort of famous. She's been missing for weeks and the Pumas have been fucking with everyone else about it."