"I do need my Dimension Doors back."

Then Vanyel can do his best to concentrate for the number of minutes it takes him to successfully re-power Mahdi's spells. 

Hagan sits down on the ground next to him. 

Fazil and Mahdi teleport back into the palace.

Leareth is holding onto the table, sipping water from one of the canteens, whenever they get around to opening the door. 

"Hey. Vanyel is alive. Are you up for a conversation? We're trying to interpret some things that Clepati said, when we asked her for help fetching you."

"I am hardly in a position to refuse a conversation." Sigh. "Also, I wish to better understand the things said as well. It was extremely confusing."

In general, he would appreciate if someone would eventually get around to telling him LITERALLY ANYTHING about the world he's wandered into, other than the name of the country and apparently its god, neither of which is informative out of context. He is, of course, also not in a great position to make any demands here. 

It has crossed his mind, though, that Leareth will need some context to have anything useful to say. "I don't know how much Vanyel told you about our world."

"Little enough. Different gods - I assumed different magic, which appears to be indeed the case. Your god is interested in economics and trade - is that Abadar, who she spoke of? The afterlife is different, in particular verifiable and can be communicated with. Your country is prosperous but also keeps slaves and - treats women badly." (He hesitates a little, not sure it's wise to give offence to the locals, but on reflection he won't try to hide it, he's sure Vanyel didn't.) 

"Other places treat women like men, and we don't." Sigh. "We call the planet Golarion and the plane the Material Plane; we know of a dozen other planes reachable from here, including some that were also known to you such as the elemental planes of Earth, Fire, Air and Water, some that might be the same as planes known to you such as the one that renders under this translation spell as the Abyssal Plane, and some not known to you such as the aligned planes which are our afterlives.

The Material Plane might or might not be infinite; it has stars, and worlds orbit the stars, and Golarion is one of the worlds orbiting one of the stars. We know of half a dozen others. They all have different magic, or some of them have none. Golarion has arcane magic, the manipulation of the magical energies of the world, and divine magic, the negotiated use of the magic of the gods. Some people like Vanyel possess an innate aptitude for arcane magic, but anyone can learn it through a slow, painstaking and complex process that it's entirely plausible to me your world wouldn't have invented even if it works there. 

Our gods seem more active than yours and more of them are oriented towards comprehensible human concerns. Abadar is Osirion's god, and he is a god of commerce and of civilization; Fazil is one of his priests. Priests of our gods are granted by them the ability to perform divine miracles regularly.

The woman who summoned you here is a cleric of a different god, Nethys, god of magic. She's also a powerful arcane magic user. Nethys is one of the less comprehensible gods. Sometimes people are touched with his visions and go mad from them. Clepati wasn't mad, I think, but she was somewhat difficult to understand and she said a lot of things we can't quite piece together."

Leareth nods. Sits still for a moment, absorbing his words. 

"I cannot piece it together either. Maybe if we combine our knowledge." 

So he reads him Clepati's comments on old age, on seeing things other than those in front of you, on -

"The same story tells itself again and again across worlds. Sunlight glinting on the clouds, and it looks like death, from the wrong angle - a god descends from the heavens, to die saving us - young men who believe themselves immortal, because they are, because they were - but eveything else was not, everything else was lost, a price they did not know they might need to pay, and time erodes even the mountains. A boy, a forest, an ascendant."

"I do not know what to make of the comment on aging. The seeing things... It sounds as though she, or her god at least, have a similar problem to what the gods of Velgarth do, except even more extreme, our gods do still have goals. The same story - no, I am not sure. Nor on the sunlight one, or a god descending from the heavens, neither obviously maps to events in my world. The young men...is plausibly describing my life history. The boy and forest, I again do not recognize."

Leareth frowns at them. "Also, I by all means understand why you are keeping me here, and will not begrudge it if you choose to continue for a day while you figure out what to do, but - if you are willing to let me out, I would appreciate that deeply and I swear I will not use my magic to hurt you. Or Vanyel. I am very worried about him." 

"Fazil has truth magic, if you want to come to the door and say that."

"Of course." Leareth grips the pack firmly and then cautiously aims and jumps off the table, coasting slowly toward the door. 

It's a harsher transition back to gravity, this time, after multiple hours of floating free-fall. He's wobbly on his feet, holds onto the doorframe for stability - then grips it more tightly as his vision half greys out, his body apparently isn't ready for this and he suddenly feels very faint. 

- he does something, fills the room up with a sudden glow of not-quite-mage-energy, and then Leareth should feel fine - 

- "it is possible to throw this truth spell off, but it'll be apparent to us if it didn't take and I'll just have to cast it again, so if you don't mind -" and he calls something of the same energy, but more elaborate, to his hand and presses it against Leareth.

Leareth doesn't try to resist. "Did it work?" 

"Yes. Now, if you will -"

Leareth repeats his promises about not intending harm to them or Vanyel. 

He steps back, wearily. "You are entitled to file a complaint, in Sothis, about having been kidnapped, and probably get awarded compensation; you're entitled to transit there, as well, if you want it, though for now I think it'd make more sense for us to go to Vanyel and try our best to puzzle through the rest of this."

"Really." Leareth narrows his eyes. "I think not, at least not yet. If Vanyel is with you, then I expect you are decent people. I am not sure if he will want to be around me, right now, but I do wish to help." 

He takes Leareth's hand and then jumps them all back to where Hagan and Vanyel are.

"- Van can you refill my translation spell so I can get Leareth and then we'll all be able to understand each other -"

Vanyel just blinks at him for a while, but finally lifts his hand and does so. 

And he holds the tangled spellform out to Leareth. "Same deal with this one, you can resist it but it just gives you our language temporarily -"

Leareth eyes it with mage-sight, trying to see if he can verify what it does, but it's way too complex to analyze. "I will take your word for it," he says, a bit wearily, and holds out his hand to take it. 

"Sorry for kidnapping you," Vanyel says, tonelessly. "Although I'm sure you would have, in my place."