"Oh, then, let's suppose for expediency's sake that I'm not going to do that. Would you like to see the abandoned mansion of unknown occupancy, or shop around for a nice crypt? This one's mine," he nods over his shoulder, "and you would not have to kill me to stay there a night or two but you might find the decor a bit on the spare side."

"Let's hack together a phrasebook for when the spell runs out - this spell doesn't do writing, so we can agree on sentences and then each write 'em down, then you can give me phonetics while pointing at the words after - then at least case the mansion, why not."

"Suits me," he says agreeably. "Got anything to write with?"

She does. "Last time I did this I had, what was it - yes, no, this way, wait, rest here, numbers one to ten, seconds and minutes..."

He can provide English translations of all of these.

Eventually they have a phrasebook, if a limited one, and can go case the mansion!

The mansion is a couple of miles outside town, tucked away behind a small hill, its grassy grounds somewhat overgrown. Her vampire guide inspects the front door, produces tools, picks the lock, hauls it open, and pokes at the threshold as though he is expecting it to repel him. It doesn't. "Well, no human squatters," he concludes, and steps inside.

Tongues has worn off so she isn't sure what that means but she follows him.

The furniture is all draped with sheets, which in turn are covered in a thick layer of dust. There's lots of it, though, and plenty of rooms. The place could certainly be very comfortable once she got it all cleaned up.

The vampire proceeds cautiously for the first couple of minutes as they examine the ground floor, but then he turns to her and makes an expansive all-that-you-see-here-is-yours sort of gesture. "It's empty," he says, which does appear in their phrasebook.

"Lucky me." This doesn't but he can probably get the picture. "Thanks." That does.

He grins and shrugs. "You're welcome."

She starts looking for something bed-shaped.

Numerous rectangles are available! Some of them even have mattresses.

She picks one in a well-curtained room. Is the vampire still hanging around?

Seems so!

"Are you planning to watch me sleep?" Which he will not understand but perhaps the tone will get it across.

He laughs and shakes his head.

"Going home. Come see me tomorrow if you like." And then he departs from the phrasebook's vocabulary to add, "Assuming you remember the way."

"See me tomorrow." Wave.

He waves, and off he goes.

She waits for him to be gone a while before going to sleep.

Eight hours later she preps new spells,

casts one, and heads back into the town.

It's a town! At this lateish morning hour it has some people in it, out and about doing peopleish activities. They are all dressed in local fashions and she gets a couple of curious second glances that may have to do with her outfit, but no one outright accosts her.

Yeah, she doesn't have much choice about the clothes. She does have her hair over her ears.

This place is weird. She can kill a while just gawking.

Sky fireball heading up or down? She has no clue what time of night she landed.

The sky fireball is on the rise! Pretty close to the top of its arc, though. It looks to be maybe a couple hours before noon.

The money is unfamiliar and very weird. She's not sure they'll take silver. She goes cryptward.