This isn't where Raafi went to sleep. He'd set his bedroll up on a comfy patch of moss under a tree, and now - he still has the bedroll, at least, and his pack, but the tree and moss are nowhere to be seen, replaced by a strange metal room with still, stuffy air and an implausibly clear night sky out the window.
"Hello?" he calls, getting to his feet.
"Whether and where I should add water, and whether there should be anything in it besides water, like if normally the fish are relying on runoff or it matters a lot what temperature it is."
"That shouldn't be too suspicious. It's theoretically possible in our magic system, you'd just need to be getting the water from someplace."
"Something like that. Ask about the range of what's acceptable, not just what's perfect."
"Mmhmm. -oh, you might find yourself switching to Druidic - the translation spell offers you the language the person you're talking to is most fluent in, but if there's another one that has a better vocabulary it'll sort of suggest you switch, sometimes - you can try it now if you want to see how it works, I know Aquan and that has a lot of water terminology, too. Druidic's special, though, only druids learn it and they're not allowed to teach outsiders, it'd be polite to mention that you're using a translation spell before you switch to it."
"Can do. Uh, water ice brackish undertow - yeah, there it goes, interesting, I'll bear it in mind."
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