"- whatever you think is best," Kyeo says, not super clear on why he would have strong opinions about this.

Glances around the room again. "Vigil," someone says decisively. 

The wizard holds out her hand again. "Let's go."

He accepts her hand.

And then they're somewhere else: a stone city, still visibly from a time period with less technology but much less impoverished-looking than the barracks at the Worldwound. She smiles at him. "Welcome to Vigil."

"Thank you. Ah, where is this -"

"My paladin order is based here. It is the largest city in our country of Lastwall. The main reason I brought you here is because it's safer than most places from Cheliax, which will try to use the contact with your world for evil purposes, if they learn of it. We can get you a comfortable place to stay while you're here."

"The way she described 'Evil' made me - confused about the translation magic," Kyeo mentions.

"...Cheliax is ruled by the forces of Evil. It has been for nearly a hundred years. They raise children thinking that Evil is the right way to be and that Good is pathetic, or dangerous. They do it because when they die, Evil people are damned to Hell, and then Asmodeus can use them."

"But they still call it 'evil'?"

"I think people'd be less Evil if they were misled into thinking it's Good? I think an important part of the way they're damned is that they know it's Evil and choose it anyway. But I am not an expert on Cheliax." Grimace. "Hopefully they won't even find out that you're here."

If she says so. Kyeo nods politely.

"Why don't I get you a room and then, uh, there'll be a lot of meetings, and we'll ...need to pray about some things, I think, and in the morning we can have someone scry your ship for you."

"Thank you."

She bundles him off to a room that is a significant step up from the barracks, furnished with a bed and dresser and table and altar and fireplace, and thanks him, and tells him to just stick his head outside and ask if he needs anything, and then hurries off after flagging someone down to stand guard at his door.

He doesn't really know what the altar is for but he can sit on the bed and... stare at the wall, he supposes.

The altar has candleholders and fresh candles and a stone figurine of a woman in armor, raising her sword to the sky, and a short handwritten text the translation spell lets him read, that begins 'I am my weapon.'

Bells ring, outside, and someone brings him dinner.

At least so far they're feeding him, but, well, so was Carissa. He thanks the someone and eats.

There are more bells. It gets dark. The person standing outside his door gets replaced with three different people.

He sits there, becoming a connoisseur of slight variations in boredom, until the sun is down and it seems reasonable to go to sleep, which he then does.

In the morning a whole group of people come to get him. The wizard from before is with them, but in the back.

"Good morning, Kyeo," says a unfamiliar person, earnestly. "I'm Isavel. We're going to start on the scry for you, and we have a couple of other questions in the meantime, if that's all right."

"Good morning," says Kyeo.

One of the people fills a basin with water and then starts moving her hands over it.

"That's the scry," says Isavel. "Should I take that as 'no more questions, please'."

"I'm... not clear on what my obligations to my command are under the circumstances. If I'm taken as a prisoner of war it's name, rank, serial number, but this is a much stranger situation. It will depend on what you ask."

"You're not a prisoner of war," she says very earnestly. "We're trying to keep you from Cheliax because they are Evil and if Asmodeus knows about your world he might attempt to conquer and damn it, too. But we're going to try to get you back to your people as soon as possible, and it's entirely all right if there are things you can't answer for us. 

Can you explain - how Ibyabek became the kind of place it is today? It sounds like it's unusual among the worlds you know of?"

"It is, yes. The Ibyatok system was originally colonized under the name Sohaibek and three planets in the system were settled. Pheon Naar Am, the original Glorious Leader, was a philosopher and he saw that the way the people of Sohaibek lived and were governed was bad for them, and he convinced the people of what was then Inner Sohaibek to join together and resist the unjust government, and succeeded, but on Outer Sohaibek right philosophy didn't make it to enough people and they started a war, and Old Sohaibek, in between the two, was melted in their crazed attempt to prevent the Glorious Leader's ideas from taking hold there, but we were able to fight them off in the end and keep Ibyabek as it is now." It is almost exactly what he told Carissa; he has it memorized.