He is very impatient as well, and is up and waiting as soon as she is standing. Or whatever is the equivalent in this place with no gravity. "Sleep."

"Yes," she says, and that's all she says to him before she ties them together with rope. Few of the buildings seem to be designed with the lack of gravity in mind, externally. It is only the liberal use of ropes to tie people and objects together that reveals just how much of a concern this is. Unlike yesterday, they begin to float through the air as they walk through the city.

He is not going to take this opportunity to show off how fast he could adapt to this environment and do some acrobatic feats. But Areus is moving with ease through the weightlessness and air.

She seems a bit less adaptable, perhaps, but more acclimated to the city's ways. As they fly, his companion uses her other rope, which ends in a hook, to latch onto various handholds built along the city's buildings. He can see other people similarly navigating the city. Finally, they arrive at a simple clay building with little in the way of aesthetic complexity.

In just a minute of waiting, some of the figures from the previous day exit the building; they seem to be walking normally.

The same translator from the previous day is there, waving the staff at them in greeting.

The hook thing is cool. He hopes he will eventually get to try that.

He greets the familiar faces. Day two add words?

Staff gets waved, words he doesn't understand get spoken.

"Now."

"Thanks!" Which works both for the translation and to show appreciation. "Metal, wood, magic, mind, water, fire, earth, air. Opposite. Request. Need. Translation. World. God. Death. Refugee. Help. Color. Shape. Building. Object. Price. Money. Almost. Maybe. Parent. Sibling. Time. Now. Later. Before. Earlier." He tries a good balance between comprehensible and quick.

"Say, go, open, give, take, become? Belief-world? Prime-material-world? Want? Alignment? Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral, Chaotic Neutral, Chaotic Evil? Who, when, if."

He is clearly confused, but that doesn't stop him from repeating. "Don't know what is alignment."

This seems to stump the translator, who realizes about five seconds later that he should say something before-

Too late. The spell runs out.

The human-orc-half-orc grunts in exasperation.

"Say yes, take mind? I request you give mind. Mind translation. Six...time less minute. Time less minute?"

Okay, new world.

"Take mind safe? Safe yes."

"Safe. Yes?"

"Yes." He says trying to open his mind...

And he listens in.

Areus' thoughts are mostly confused, going over "Chaotic? Lawful? Belief-world?" He doesn't know the importance and wonder if this world is different in that regard.

He'll take over, then, after a brief conversation. Maybe he can finally sate his burning curiosity about where the stranger came from- none of their hypotheses so far have panned out. He certainly couldn't have predicted that the stranger wouldn't know anything about alignment. Perhaps some kind of small, secluded demiplane?

"You understand plane. I understand 'world'. Plane is world; I say plane, you say world. You no understand alignment?"

Mixing in a few Aquan words helps; he's never been a quick study at languages.

He nods at the parts about planes and worlds. He thinks and speaks after a pause. "Do not understand alignment? Aligment good evil chaotic lawful? Areus maybe good?"

Maybe Good, huh? That might be useful. It's nice that the other guards haven't bothered to pay much attention to this.

"Good...if Good, person give, person help, person hundred help, you work for I and he and she, no eat no sleep, you give give give, no take, death. Chaotic Good opposite Chaotic Evil. Chaotic Good opposite Lawful Good....repeat later, add words. I Neutral Evil."

Well, that is both confusing and worrisome. He tries not eye his surroundings too suspiciously. "I... give help yes. Areus want eat Areus work Areus eat. My world danger I help my world."

Shrug.

"World hundred hundred. Say you language 'Thousand'? Me help hundred hundred no. Me help you, he, she."

"One Thousand equal ten hundred," he supplies, he relaxes a bit, mostly to not escalate the situation, but he is attentive. "You help 'less'?  Word less translation... two less four, four less hundred."

"Three less four,  hundred less thousand? Yes, I help less person. If person request help, who person? Person friend, I help. Person friend no, I no help. Thousand person, I no help, no friend."