He seems a little confused at the question, and considers his words before answering. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"...the languages you know."

"Ah. I know the common tongue of my world - I woke up here a little more than a day ago; I assume I got here by magic - and Terran and Aquan, the languages of earth and water creatures."

"...well that's pretty bizarre."

"Less than it could be; I'm a cleric of the god of travel of my world." He touches the wooden pendant hanging around his neck, grinning slightly. "He does usually ask before doing things like this, but it's not as if I mind. Except for the part where I seem to be stuck here, which I believe you can help with?"

"...I mean, I can get you wherever. In the solar system. I cannot get you to someplace where there are gods of travel. Above my pay grade. Are you, uh, are you all there in the head? Humans sometimes aren't. I hear."

"You don't have gods here? That's interesting. I can't prove that my magic is divine but I can show you that I have it - am I correct in assuming that humans here can't usually conjure, if they need to summon demons for it?"

"They can do parlor tricks but I'm not actually sure if those cover conjuration at all even a little."

He goes to nod but stops himself. "I'm not willing to expend much more than a parlor trick's worth of magic for a demonstration, but I can fill that bowl with water, if you'd like to see me do it." He indicates a fancily decorated serving bowl in the collection of miscellaneous objects off to the side.

"Parlor tricks don't do that."

"We may be using the term differently," he shrugs. "May I show you?"

"I don't mind."

He touches the bowl and chants, and it fills with water. He picks it up to show the fairy.

"That's pretty weird, dude. Sure you're not a demon without wings hiding a human under the floor?"

He seems a little startled at the suggestion that he might be. "- yes. Do you need more proof?"

"What do you even, like, want?"

"Transportation to that world there - somewhere inhabited, if possible. But it's entirely reasonable for you to be unwilling to do that if you think I might be a demon."

"What, just any town on Earth? Demons pay well but I'd want it in hand, considering... I could do that, what are you offering?"

That's concerning, but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead: "Any of this," he gestures at the pile of trade goods - a few bolts of fancy fabric, silver and gold jewelry, cloth bags neatly hand-labeled with the names of spices and dyes, a small basket full of plant bulbs and tiny bags of seeds, also hand-labeled, more pottery in various styles, not more than one or two pieces of each, and more along those lines - no iron, no weapons aside from a few knives, no plastic, no electronics, very little paper, nothing suggesting more than a medieval tech level. "Or I have gold, if coin is useful to you," he adds.

"...might be able to sell it to a museum if it weren't a movie prop. Or if I knew what movie it was from, even. The fabric's kinda original, what's the fiber?"

"The blue is dwarven silkstalk, and the gold and green is gnomish make - linen, they told me, but I'm not sure what they did to it. Lovely, though." He brings the bolt over and offers it to the fairy to touch; it's very soft.

"Huh.

What do the seeds grow into?"

He can describe them! Most of them are medicinal or otherwise useful, but there are a few that are simply decorative.

"I'll take you to someplace on Earth with people for the fabric and the plants."

"Yes, thank you." He hands them over and picks up his pack from where it's resting against the wall. "We can leave whenever you're ready, I'll come back for the rest."