Lilian replies without thinking: "Oh no, I will just need a stack of paper. I have a Pen of Copying."

After a few seconds she realizes: "You don't know what that is, do you? It's a magic item that creates accurate copies of text. Tell me, do you normally copy books by hand?"

It occurs to Lilian that she may have just accidentally given away a very valuable secret. If she really is as far from home as she thinks she is, then the contents of her bag of holding must be worth a fortune. Not to mention her own knowledge. She has met a lot of great spellcasters of all types over the years. She isn't an expert herself, but she has a very broad understanding of many types of magic.

It would help considerably if she knew where, or when, she is.

"By the way, do you have maps? Those could prove pretty quickly whether or not I'm still on planet Hyd."

Kalryi freezes for a moment, before carefully schooling her face back into an expression of polite interest. Her emotions are roughly shock/interest/“I was correct”/stress/“this will have to be handled carefully”/PROFIT. “Ah, yes, scribes copy books… by hand, you called it? 

At the request for a map, her emotions are brought more under control. “I don’t have one on me, but I can call for one easily. Dalueil?”

A man, presumably Dalueil, nods and leaves to go get a map.

Lilian does not fail to notice the fake expression. Her telepathy helps, of course. This woman is trying to hide the fact that the Pen of Copying could be very valuable.

Politics. Yay.

Then realization dawns for Lilian: She does not know how to replicate a Pen of Copying. She just bought it from a vendor. That means she just revealed that she is carrying a valuable magic item on her person that is apparently completely unique. Given the nature of her curse, it is inevitable that this will attract attention.

Kalryi, not knowing any of these thoughts, simply waits for her servant to go fetch a map. He returns, waiting to unfold it until they’ve arrived at Lilian’s rooms. While the accuracy is probably dubious (large parts of certain area are shaded out), and a decent number of the symbols used are unfamiliar, the general continental shape is different. There are two or three visible, the map is bad enough that it’s unclear what’s a continent and what’s a somewhat large island. 

The colors and calligraphy are indeed very beautiful, though, if that matters! The map is maybe three feet by six feet. The top left corner is singed slightly, and a few places have (pinholes, maybe?) in them. Borders seem to be around rivers and mountains, with a few notable exceptions - there’s an area with an oddly precise perfect triangle in the middle-left of the map, labeled with unrecognizable but very empathetic seeming letters. If the translation spell works on writing, it reads “Tinerti - DO NOT ENTER - DANGEROUS - Rugehn Valurile- DEFENSIVE BORDER MAGIC.” Most of the other names and labels seem average enough, if unrecognizable. Most last-name patterns seem to be repeated, as if it’s a few prefixes and suffixes being shuffled around to create the names.

The translation amulet does work on writing, with some limitations if it's a dead language.

If this is the quality of maps available to rich people, then these people still have a long way to go. Do they not have scrying spells to map out distant locations?

"Where are we on this map? And what's this?" she points at the triangle. "It must be very dangerous, for people to put warnings directly on a map".

Lilian is about eighty percent sure that she will end up there somehow within a month.

Outwardly, she is feigning the excited curiosity of a researcher. On the inside, she is lamenting her life.

“We’re-“ she points to a place a few inches to the right of the triangle. “It’s… Tinerti’s mostly an issue because many trade routes previously went through it, and must now go through the mountains or across the Bicuvr River, and Rugehn has proven uncooperative. Entering the triangle gives you bad luck- starts as tripping more and donkeys slipping their leads, and escalates to just being struck by lightning.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry too much, though! I’m sure the diplomats will come to a solution, and there’s a plan to make a ferry system for the Bicuvr.”

Telepathy indicates that diplomacy likely working is a lie, although Kalyri’s feelings are more “annoyance” than “fear.”

A servant comes by with an herbal tea of some sort, and offers a cup to both of them. Kayri takes hers, and sips at it slowly.

Lilian takes her tea as well, and drinks it in the needlessly elaborate manner that she has seen nobles drink tea in some of the fancier places she has visited in her homeworld. None of the gestures will mean anything to Kalyri, but they should help sell her image.

"Luck magic is fascinating. Is this mortal-made? Or was it created by a god? Are there any long-term effects for people who enter and then leave again?"

Lilian is hiding how incredibly nervous this makes her. On her home world, only one civilization ever managed to invent magic that can alter luck. The mages involved did not properly specify what counts as a good or a bad outcome, and so it went very poorly. Even worse, it turned out that luck is infectious. The entire area is a quarantine zone now, and anyone who tries to leave is killed, to prevent them from infecting others with the "luck" they contracted in the zone.

After this event, the god Akash made it impossible for mortals to repeat this. So how is it possible that the Tinerti can do this? Do the gods she knows even influence this world?

Kalryi blinks a little at the odd tea mannerisms, but shrugs it off, seeming to mentally label it as “weird foreign stuff.” 

“A god? - No, it’s… mage-made? I’m not certain that “mortal” is translating quite right. You don’t keep the bad luck if you leave quick. If you lose a limb, or your life, that’s certainly a long-term effect.”

"But it stops at just you losing a limb, right? It doesn't, for example, make you infectiously insane so that you end up telling weird stories to all your friends and family. Who become fascinated and decide to check out the place as well. Then when they are there, they get affected by the bad luck as well. And then they go and recruit more people. Until eventually a whole country has been subverted to whatever cause the.probability manipulating effect is serving. We have something like that where I am from. It's pretty bad. We had to put half the continent under a quarantine and kill everyone who comes out of that area immediately, because listening to them will get you infected as well."

“What the- what- no! What the fuck- no. That. No.”

"Glad to hear it! It's just an effect that gets people killed for staying in there too long then?"

Lilian wonders how this kind of magic would affect her personally. Tonos' mark is effectively a form of probability manipulation as well. If she were to take a walk in there, the magic field of Tinerti would probably play tug of war with Tonos. Who is not even known to exist here? So it's anyone's guess who would win. She hopes she will never have to find out.

Kalryi, not being a mindreader (to her eternal disappointment), has no clue about this train of thought! She simply nods.

“…Basically, yes. Not… whatever you just described. Er. You wanted paper, right?”