Yep, that's Sarenrae! 

Pharazôn is much more worried.

That doesn't look like a prefect's house... unless someone went all-in on native art styles?  And he doesn't think anyone would've done that.  Míriel's guess they were worshipping the Valar was wrong, which on the one hand is good for him, but on the other hand...

He's starting to get concerned they've landed outside the Numenorian viceroyalties altogether.  Maybe this's the land of that "Tar-Mairon King of Men" who rules parts of Middle-Earth?

He whispers to Miriel, "Don't tell them who we are.  They might be hostile."

"All right," she whispers back.

She looks around the village again, searching for some clues to where they might be or other words to ask about.  They might notice her necklaces...

They can't tell them who they are anyway, seeing as no-one understands them!

The locals have definitely noticed their wealthy dress and ornaments, and Pharazôn's sword, and they seem to be treating him with respect, if not exactly deference. They don't seem to be looking at her necklaces in particular, or maybe it's just hard to separate from men glancing at a pretty woman's chest.

Many of the locals also have ornaments - bracelets, earrings, pins, pendants worn around the neck - usually made out of copper, brass or painted wood, or even simple twine. The sun, moon, and stars (in various combinations) are popular motifs, as is the sword and some others.

Some of the children here look odd, almost like stunted adults. They're half the height of the grown-ups, but their bodily proportions don't match those of the more-normal children also in evidence.

...also, one of them seems to have a beard?

The stunted people don't look quite like the pictures of Dwarves that Miriel has seen, but they look a lot more like that than anything else.  She points to the one with a beard and says (in Sindarin) "Naugr?"  And then her one word of the Dwarves' own language, "Khuzd?"

Pharazôn, who has actually negotiated with Dwarves, shakes his head.  They don't look like that.

People might notice him looking questioningly at their necklaces.  There're enough stars here that he's also wondering if they've had contact with Elves...  Well, he can probably just ask.  "Quendi?  Eldar?" he says, looking one way and then another.

Wary, polite incomprehension! 

At this point they're approached by a woman wearing a spiral pendant on a thin chain, as well as spiral designs stitched into her dress. She doesn't understand them any better than the others, but she tries to mime something to them:

- Pharazôn -> money (she shows him a coin) -> her
- Her -> spiral -> folded hands, closed eyes -> Sun going up the sky, a little
- Pharazôn's mouth, to her ear, smile!

This woman who... well, going by Miriel's guess she's really devoted to Ulmo, but he isn't sure... 

... She's offering to... translate?  But not just now?

Well, they've already guessed from his clothes that he has money, he's sure.  So he might as well try.

He reaches into his bag to take out a smaller silver coin, being careful to pick one of the older pieces with Tar-Palantir's face rather than the newer ones with his own face.

(If she looks, the obverse of the coin is a ship.)

That is acceptable! The silver coin is clearly foreign and weighs rather more than the locally-standard silver pieces. She can't tell if it's genuine silver, of course, but there's no reason for wealthy foreigners to try to cheat her in such a small transaction, and being able to understand them might make them buy more things in the town instead of moving on to Almas.

She goes into the building, gesturing invitingly for them to follow. The inside is mostly a single big room, with wooden chairs and benches, and smaller niches and alcoves branching off. There are more wall-drawings and little wooden statues set on plinths and tables, in the niches and around the room, the ones that were drawn on the outside and a few others.

The woman goes to a niche with a bigger spiral, clasps her own spiral-pendant in her hands, closes her eyes, and settles into a contemplative pose.

They both follow.

Inside, Pharazôn is half disturbed - this clearly isn't a prefect's house - but also half relieved - there isn't a large sacrifice-table to the Darkness like he's seen in some towns conquered from Tar-Mairon.  In fact, it looks most like a schoolroom.

And then Pharazôn is dumbfounded when the lady goes to mediate with her hands folded.

(He mentions as much to Míriel.)

"If she wanted to cheat us, why'd she be doing this?  This looks more like I've heard Elves do when they're thinking deeply about something, or contemplating the world.  Maybe she's learned it from them?

"And yes - this looks like a schoolroom.  Which means some sort of civilization."

She looks around the room going from statue to statue.  They don't look like she's imagined the Valar... especially ?Orome? with an elk's head?... and whoever it is with the sword-symbol in a suit of armor; she thought it might be Aule or Tulkas but she didn't expect them to be wearing armor... but she feels something is right here in a way she hasn't felt in a long time.

The woman will keep praying for a quarter-hour if undisturbed. Some other locals come by, look inside, and leave again.

Pharazon paces back and forth, casting suspicious glares at the woman.  Someone's probably going to notice.

The woman doesn't notice, because she's praying. A man is going to come inside and sort of - hover anxiously?

Pharazon backs away.  He's got his sword if it does come down to it, but he's not going to be the one to start anything when he has no idea where he is.

(What happened to that beetle on his boot?  It's crawled up into his pant cuff now.  To his own surprise, he still doesn't mind.)

No-one is going to start anything against a maybe-adventurer with a sword! He's here because he doesn't want anyone to start anything!

Eventually, the woman ends whatever she was doing and turns back to them. She moves her hands in a complex pattern, still holding her spiral-pendant, and says something.

Then she smiles at Pharazôn, points to herself, says "Wanda", and points to him invitingly.

All right, she's come out of her meditation or whatever.  Let's see if she's going to try to translate now?

"Gimildun."  He's not going to give his real name, of course.  He continues in Adunaic, gesturing, "We're travelers.  Lost.  Where are we?"

Nodnod. She leads them out of the building again.

"Fedele," gesturing to the buildings; "Almas", pointing down the road, and holding eight of her fingers raised; "Andoran", sweeping her arm all around.

He has no idea how much of what he said she understood, but nope, he hasn't heard of any of those names.

"Do you know any of those?" he asks Miriel.

(Miriel, when invited, gave the name "Zimraphel."  It's a translation-by-sense of her real name, but she's actually heard of other people named that in Adunaic, whereas she hasn't heard of anyone else named "Miriel."  Except, of course, for the famous Elf.  Her father never explained why he reused that name, except that he'd had a reason.)

She shakes her head; she doesn't know any of those names either.  "Can you understand us now?" she asks slowly.  "What ocean is that?"

The problem with the Inner Sea is that it doesn't have a name that sounds the same in different languages. ...also, and more relevantly, it's not an ocean, and if these people are confused about that, their Teleport accident must have been a really bad one!

Wanda tries to sketch a map on the ground with a stick. (It's not a very good map.) There are two blobs for Avistan and Garund. They are... somewhere in the middle of the south Avistani coast. This is the Inner Sea - she repeats the Adunaic word for 'ocean', with an emphatic shake of her head and a crossing of her arms - that, far far far to the West (she makes a sort of flying gesture), is the Arcadian ocean.

...oh, and somewhere to the southeast there's probably another ocean, she doesn't know the name of that one.

Miriel walks around the map to try to view it from different angles.

"That... looks sort of like as if the compass was flipped and west was that way" (she points to the east of the map) and we're in Farther Rhûn?  Somehow?  Which means Valinor would be here..."

She picks up a stick and sketches another line for land off the map (around where Tian Xia would be), and points to the symbols that apparently represent the Valar and then to there.