They lift him up to an ear.
This is a sailor named Ioannes; he's from Oppara, which is the city of the Grand Prince in the empire of Taldor. He's twenty-six and has been sailing since he ran away from home at fourteen and he knows, hazily, how the world works. There is magic. Wizards learn it from other wizards, as apprentices, you have to be clever to pick it up, and they can throw fire and turn invisible and powerful ones can teleport and become gods and stuff, he doesn't know much detail about that. Other people are born with it, it's called sorcery when it comes to you like that, and still others bargain for it with powerful beings from other planes, which isn't the sort of thing you should do at home, you're as likely as not to find you signed away your soul. Their ship had a ship's wizard, like most do, in case of pirates. He shouldn't have been able to fly far enough to reach another ship, most spells don't last that long, but he might've had Sending, which conveys a message, and maybe he could teleport though most ship's wizards can't. Their ship also had a priest, for clean water and good fortune. Priests get their magic from the gods. There are lots of gods but in oppara it's Abadar, of cities and trade, Calistria, of whores and vengeance, Cayden Cailean, of luck and drunks, Shelyn of love, Norgorber of crime, the Dawnflower who runs orphanages and soup kitchens and so forth... Gods determine where you go when you die, and they meddle in the world for their own purposes.
This ship brings spices and tea to Oppara from Vudra, on this route. In Vudra people are brown and have their own thousand gods. Along the route there's Qadira, perpetually at war with Taldor along some border or other, and other satrapies of the distant Kelesh Empire, about which he knows barely anything. He is equally hazy on Taldor's own history, and on its other neighbors; there's Galt which is always having a revolution and Andoran which more sensibly had one and stopped and Cheliax which is ruled by Hell and Osirion which is mostly desert.
He doesn't know the slightest thing about how magic works, but rich people pay for magic laundry and lighting and protection and powerful artifacts, and even poor people scrape together the money for magic healing, when they're injured or when a woman has just given birth and is bleeding out.