Shrug. This is so weird. 

Vanyel lays some careful passive wards around the area, just so he feels more comfortable sleeping, and then very belatedly thinks to attempt his communication-spell to reach Savil. It ought to work anywhere in Velgarth, although if he's more than five hundred miles away - which he almost has to be, to get somewhere this unrecognizable and with no languages in common with the locals - then it'll exhaust him in seconds. 

He tries it anyway. 

It does not work.

This is so weird and Vanyel doesn't like it at all. 

Yfandes nuzzles him. :Shh, love, I don't think there's anything to be done about it here. And these people seem friendly. Get some rest. If we're still stuck in the morning I can, er, try Mindspeaking them even though it's not the done thing and will probably alarm them: 

"Mmm." Vanyel pets her mane and then curls up for a nap.

At dawn the elderly woman comes out into the temple and kneels quite still at one of the shrines for an hour. Unfamiliar magic swirls around her. Occasionally she mutters to herself. 

"There we go," she says with some deep satisfaction in Valdemaran when she has finished this. "Teleportation mishap?"

Vanyel just stares at her for a moment. "...How do you speak my language?" 

" - I cast Tongues." And then she gestures apologetically at her elaborate sleeves as if she thinks they are the source of his confusion. "- it's not a second-circle cleric spell but it is a second-circle inquisitor spell so I thought I probably had the capacity, if Abadar would permit it under the exceptional circumstances, and He did, so I suppose they must be exceptional circumstances indeed."

This does not result in Vanyel having fewer questions! If anything he has three times as many! He doesn't ask any of them for about thirty seconds because he can't figure out how to put them in order. 

"Where are we?" he says finally. 

"This village is called Mut; it is four days travel upriver from Alexandria, the second-largest city in Osirion. Osirion is on the Inner Sea; we neighbor Thuvia and Katapesh and the Mwangi Expanse; by sea Alexandria is a week's travel from the Arch of Aroden and two weeks from Sothis or Absalom."....watching his facial expression, "Do you mean on a larger scale than that."

"Have you heard of, er, Valdemar, or Rethwellan or Karse or Hardorn..." He lists off all the countries he knows of. 

"I haven't. It's possible if they were in Tian Xia I wouldn't but - you don't look like the people of Tian Xia.

We call the planet Golarion. Third of eleven around our star."

"...I think I'm in a different world. Somehow. I wasn't aware there was more than one." It feels kind of fake and Vanyel's top hypothesis now is that he's dreaming, although it doesn't feel like a dream and his efforts to decide-to-wake-up are certainly unsuccessful. 

"- we've heard of others but they're very hard to get between without good knowledge of your destination. Do you know how you got here?"

"Not really! I wasn't casting or anything - I did land by some old-looking magical trap thing, and it looked like it might've pulled in some animals too, but I don't have the faintest idea how that would work. It wasn't a Gate and I didn't think it was possible for an artifact to do Fetching without a mage there." 

"You'd want a wizard, probably, I don't know very much about summoning spells. If I were you I might go to a city and try to trade the very interesting information that this happened for a ride back to your world. - assuming that you would like to go back to your world."

"I really need to get back to my world!" Although this one is fascinating, and nothing is urgently on fire back in Valdemar so far as he knows, and he ought to maybe collect some information to take back to Randi. Assuming this isn't all just a dream. "I do have some questions. One, what's a cleric, and what's an inquisitor?" 

"- do you have gods in your world?"

"Y...es? I don't recognize any of the iconography here, though - I thought maybe the sun one was Vkandis Sunlord but you didn't recognize the name." 

"That's an altar to Sarenrae. Neutral good, glory, healing, and the Sun...The gods go by different names in different places though so it's not impossible that it's the same one you are thinking of - 

- anyway, the gods select people who exemplify their values and ideals, and grant those people the ability to channel the power of the gods to bring about their works in this world. ...does that happen where you are from."

"Sort of? But, er, the thing you're describing sounds - formalized, in a way that ours isn't. Our gods occasionally do miracles through their worshippers but only according to their whims?" 

"Our gods grant the people they select miracles every day. There's a known list of ones they'll grant at a given level they have chosen to elevate you, and you can ask for any of those. Under almost all circumstances you get exactly what you request and have to figure out how to use your abilities to serve your god yourself. Actually talking with them is...sixth circle? There are probably a dozen people in the country who can do it. While there are thousands who can do what I can do, truth spells and healing and creating clean water and ensuring signatories to a contract are acting in good faith - Abadar is the god of cities, law, merchants, and wealth, He mostly selects clerics who will ensure peace and prosperity and most of the spells we take on a typical day are spells for that. If I served an evil god I might ask His help summoning demons or killing people or something."

"I think that's pretty different from what we have." 

"Huh. I think the gods in some places are less interventionist but I don't know much about it, much less about how it works on other worlds. I have heard it claimed that the way it works here is a - negotiated agreement among the gods of this world, after there were a bunch of problems with their actions running into each other before such an agreement was in place, and I guess it would follow from that that in a different world they might've negotiated something different."

"I don't really know what our gods' deal is, they don't, er, talk to people much. I could see them having some sort of negotiated agreement. I think they intervene sometimes but it's very...sneaky? It's not usually obvious miracles that they take credit for."