"Is 'Earth' the planet?"

"Yes. You're from a different one- How did you get here? What's it called?"

"It's called Golarion. I was attacked by an unfamiliar species of monster and it transported me here."

"Oh man. Oh man. Is that something we're going to have a lot of? Random appearances? Teleporting monsters?"

"Not as far as I know, I don't know that to be a thing monsters do normally."

"Okay, that's a relief. The Army could probably handle them, but it's obviously better if they don't have to. Is the, uh... Tech level about what it looks like from what using a mace and chainmail armor implies? No widespread proliferation of machinery, no calculating machines, anything like that?"

"That's... correct... I'm not sure what to derive from that being an early question you have."

"We have a lot more things and I guess you won't really know what they are, how to use them, the implications of it."

"I am indeed baffled by many things here. Though I saw what looked like a healing facility, is the red cross a holy symbol? And a restaurant that I may or may not have misinterpreted as charitable in nature."

"The red cross is not holy, per se, but it's been the internationally recognized symbol for medical care for over a century now. If they were serving soup to anyone who came up without taking obvious payment, yeah, that's a soup kitchen, people do that. I suppose with you being human-shaped and having a similar enough mindset to reference these things... Hmm... Not sure where I was going with that thought. What else can you do like giving me this language ability? I could get the ability to speak a new language with a skill spike, but I don't have a spike rig!"

"I have no idea what a skill spike is. The spell Share Language will last twenty-four hours, and I prepared a second one in case there's anyone else I should talk to you. Clerics like me are best at healing - at least compared to other Golarion spellcaster varieties - but I can also prepare various buff and utility and combat spells."

"Skill spikes are these little things, 'bout this long, sticking out of some people's heads- They do complicated brain stuff. Make you smarter in a couple different ways, or make you better at some specific thing, or make you learn stuff, or play entertainment in your head. Spells! Spellcasters! Healing! You could prove you're not a hoax and- Oh, fuck. If you're really not a hoax that might be... Bad."

"...in what way?"

"You'll get arrested on false or no charges and disappear while they poke you and try to figure out how magic works, if someone high up thinks it's actually really real. I wish it weren't so but it... Absolutely is."

"Oh, well, I can't be coerced into using my magic for evil ends, my goddess would pull my spells, but it's still worth avoiding, that might be expensive for Her."

"Goddess, huh?" He says, skeptically.

"Yes, that's where my spells come from, I pray for them every morning. Her name is Iomedae and this is her holy symbol." He taps it

"Alright..." He's not going to touch that any more. "Healing would be... Really useful to a lot of people. Not everyone can go to Saint Joe's- Saint Joseph's Mercy Hospital uptown a bit treats most people who come in for free, but they're massively overworked because, free."

"My healing is much better at injuries than diseases. I only get two channels a day, and I can use my spell slots for it too, but the channels can heal everyone within thirty feet of me."