"Huh. Yeah. We've met a lot of people from all over. I'm probably not the best person to have as first contact, but, whatever, I'm cold and would like to get somewhere warm."

"This way."

There's a building. It has fireplaces. It's toasty. A ten-year-old is loading more wood onto the fire.

"I'm going to go get someone more senior and return to my post."

She parks herself near a fire. "Sure, sounds good."

And he goes, and in comes another paladin. "I'm told you're from another globe."

"Yup. There's some stuff that does travel between them in my world, and I seem to have gotten accidentally caught up in one."

"Will it catch you up back again?"

"No idea. I'd expect someone coming looking for me's likely, but don't know the timeline on that."

"Don't know it like you can't say the hour, or don't know it like you can't say the year...?"

"Probably like can't say the week?"

"Okay. Can you do anything to earn your keep?"

"I can do most manual labor. I have any science education from a society that's probably got more technology and medical knowledge and stuff than you guys. I can fight, and prefer that over other options."

"Well, if you don't want to be a paladin there's not a great outlet for it."

"Kind of depends on what paladins do."

"We fight dark things. Zombies and such."

"Zombies as in reanimated corpses?"

"The starter ones, yes, though they also bite."

"Biting spread the zombie-ness?" Apparently she's in a medieval zombie horror movie. Joy.

"I won't say we don't have those because it's a weird world sometimes, but they're not a big enough problem to have well known groups dedicated to ending them."

"That's just an example."

"What gets something called 'dark'?"

"Dark things are burned by holy sigils. Also they're wicked and destructive but humans are never dark things even if they're wicked and destructive."

"Holy sigils?"

"The snowflake."

"So your guards were checking if I was dark?"

"Yes."

"Seems a pretty easy screening method, then."