Plane shift can drop you up to five hundred miles from your intended destination.
This time they land in some woods, at sunset, near a remarkably flat and smooth path that looks like a lava flow or something.
"Not really? But you don't know what cars are, so I'm trying not to make assumptions about your ability to interface with society."
“Okay then.” And he goes up to the counter and tries to get them a room.
He is in possession of normal American dollars!
Fazil passes him two gold coins.
”- are these solid gold?”
“Ninety percent. That’s the standard where we’re from, so they’re not so soft; I haven’t adulterated them.”
The man - elf? Probably at least half elf - gets several points for volunteering this information.
”Well you can give us more local currency if you want.”
“Sure.” He hands him some twenties. “It has written on them how much they’re worth.”
“No. I might just loiter here and wait until they leave.
What do you think of them?”
"Suspicious of us. Weirdly sexist, except maybe not 'weirdly' because I guess most societies are probably more sexist than this one. Religious, at least fairly serious about it. Not up on state of the art vampire containment methods. Kind of confused.
"I don't think we have any reasons to believe they're bad, though. Just - way stronger than us and kind of culture shocked."
"I guess there really haven't been human societies without cars that aren't sexist."
"Some kinds of hunter gatherers do really well on this front! But yeah, the space between the invention of agriculture and somewhere after cars is kind of like that."
"Is there a reason you didn't tell them that we don't kill vampires around here?"
" - I was going to but then it seemed - I dunno. I should've. I wasn't sure I wouldn't come off as a super ridiculous person to be telling them."