"What about Draconis and the dog?"

"I can't comment on other people under investigation."

"Is there somewhere I can wait for them to be released?"

"At the public entrance, I guess, though your language spell's going to wear off in twenty minutes or something so if I were you I'd go make arrangements first and then come back for them if they're not out already."

"I have no idea how to make arrangements. I don't even know whether my money is any good here."

"I am sure someone will exchange it for ours but at a much better rate if you speak the language."

Annnnd her language spell is going to wear off, right. "Okay. Thanks."

She'll pick up her stuff, then.

Having determined that she is not an arsonist they seem to consider none of the rest of this their business. They show her out. Draconis and her dog are actually already there.

Oh cool. "Language thing's going to wear off soon, so I guess we can compare notes later. Right now we need to find a place to stay."

She doesn't have a better idea for this than asking random people whether there's an inn anywhere around here, so she'll do that.

Foreign adventurers usually like the glamorous places on the other side of the canal. (They gesture. In the direction they're gesturing there is an enormous bulbous black thing that towers over all the buildings, at least a couple hundred feet high. There's presumably also a canal though it can't be seen from here.)

...do these places have virtues other than being glamorous. Like, possibly more people who can cast the language spell.

That and moneychangers and magic shops and licentious women and it's a good place to hear about expeditions and it's not so threatening walking around in armor and a sword, if she takes his meaning.

Not sure she does! But she'll thank him and head over across the canal, and if she can do this before the spell wears off she will ask around for places to stay again.

Lotta foreign adventurers at the Sphinx's Promise, up there crowding the lip of the canal, or at the Adventure's Cradle, across the street, or hnak akhar ealaa altariq, eh?

She bows and waves goodbye. Adventurer's Cradle it is. 

She will just... look for a place that looks like a business counter and then ask for a room in her language and hope they get the thing about her not speaking theirs? And wave one of her gold sovereigns at them in case that helps.

Does she speak Common or Kelish or Vudrani because if so they have her covered!

Unless their common is the King's Tongue, no.

Weird. Sure, she can trade gold for a room for her and her companions.

They have little carved wood beds with which to attempt to communicate the question of what bed arrangement she wants in her room.

Two beds.

Of the same size and height?

...yes?

Here's a big metal key and an escort up to the associated room. It's on the third floor and overlooks the canal - which is so full of boats at this time of day that one can't even see the water - and has two beds and a fireplace.

Okay. Great. She thanks them even though they're not going to understand it, maybe they'll get the tone. 

"Okay. We have enough sovereigns to stay here for a little while. We don't want to stay here very long, we need to find passage back. If they don't get interplanar visitors often then that could be tricky. We might need to find and convince the guy who brought us here, assuming he's at all accessible anymore. We will probably need to figure out how to access their translation magic to get anything done."

"Sounds like it."

She flops on one of the beds. "Why is everything complicated."