A couple more hours later, the scroll shrivels up dramatically, she sweeps the scraps into the chamber pot, she does a few more minutes of book things, and then, she turns in her chair and hold out her hand to him.

Here is his hand?

She says more words he doesn't understand and -

- then if he replays his audio loop, he understands them after all, they meant "Share Language".

What.

"Bit of a waste of paper but I didn't realize you were going to carry on with it," she says, gesturing at his notebook.

"I didn't have anything else to do."

"Did you read something about how to give someone else your language?"

"I bought a scroll of Share Language and copied it into my spellbook."

"And... that is how your magic works?"

"Some of it, yeah."

"Huh, that's nothing like how mine works."

"What kind have you got?"

"I'm a psion who mostly does divination - which means I  can find out the answers to the right sort of sufficiently general questions. But I get hungry if I do it too much."

"Whoa, I didn't think psions were real and never heard that they got unusually hungry."

"Huh, do you have mages?"

"Sorcerers, wizards, clerics."

"Those don't translate to anything we have."

"Well, this spell is new to me so it might have some kind of translation drawback but it could also just be that things are super different on your planet," she shrugs. "Uh, what are your most urgent practical questions?"

"How can I get a ladder and how can I make it safe for me to go back and look around for a portal? How long can I stay here?" Asking if they have vaccines, electricity, or trains isn't urgent or very practical even if it's probably more important than his comfort.

"I did not see anything that looked like a portal where you came from. Are you expecting it to be midair or along a wall? A ladder that can freestand is going to be more than twice as expensive as one that just leans on a wall."

"Midair I think, I fell out of it. They don't always look obvious from the outside. Do you know if I call sell things from my world for money?"

"Depends, what are they?"

In his backpack he has: a notebook, a planner, a water bottle, a granola bar, a wallet, his phone and charger, five ballpoint point pens in different colors, a flashlight, and an umbrella.

"I also think my clothes might be unusually nice for Golarion."

"I don't recognize most of this stuff and I'm not an experienced fence. - and you definitely should not try to directly sell any of it yourself."

"I can show you what the things do if that helps? Why shouldn't I try to sell them myself?"

"'Cause you're a human. This is drow country. The place has drow, and slaves."