She's in motion, on a - stretcher? It's swaying. There are voices in the background, speaking an unfamiliar language, agitated. 

The stretcher is set down. Someone is scolding someone else.

Someone casts a Cure Moderate Wounds.

It doesn't help.

"Rúmil?" she murmurs. What is this, Valarin - can she pick up what people are saying if she listens a bit to their minds, just a touch -

- not an ordinary injury - 

- demons this close to the city -

- someone should get Terendelev -

And another mind is approaching. The person is in human form, but her mind is obviously that of a dragon; the dragon is not interested in being mindread thankyouverymuch.

The dragon casts a Greater Restoration.

That does, in fact, make the horrific pain in her chest stop.

She wasn't reading anyone's minds more than she needed to get the words they were saying right in front of her, even heinously injured she had THAT down, but that is by far the most utterly legit choice a dragon has ever made of which she is aware, possibly over and above healing her awful chest injury! She heaves an enormous lungful of air - twice, actually, chest injuries are awful for breathing - and blinks a few times and says "thank you".

In Pax. Since, uh, that's a dragon. Pax is pretty widely spoken, probably a dragon will know it.

The dragon doesn't seem to know it. She looks quite surprised by this. 

The other people are still talking. "- city crawling with cultists. What's your business here?"

"I don't think she understands you, Prelate," says the dragon (while Bella cannot directly understand the dragon it's easy enough to parse what everyone else thinks the dragon is saying.)

I can, mostly, just - not by listening - where am I?

"This is the city of Kenabres, on the Sellen."

"You were found outside the city, badly injured. Some guards carried you in."

"Do you know how you were injured?" asks the dragon. "It was no ordinary injury, and even my magic only eased the wound's grip on you, I did not cure it."

I don't remember being hurt. I don't remember anything since I was in - - that is a dragon, and therefore Valinor is an infohazard. - well, nowhere near Kenabres or the Sellen, what, uh, continent is this.

"Avistan."

"In distant places I've heard the continent called Kelliten," says the dragon, "or Taixi, or Folanji, or Swerovan."

I... don't recognize any of those names.

" - we're at the Worldwound," someone else says, "heard of that?"

No and it sounds memorable.

A bit of a tired laugh. "It is."

"This is a demonic plot, perhaps to distract us while Baphomet's cultists infiltrate the city," someone grumbles. 

"Then perhaps wisdom calls for you to return to your work, Prelate," says the dragon, "and this young woman and I will work out what happened to her. I do not think she is a demon."

"There's more demons with telepathy than wizards who have it up even when found bleeding out in a field," observes the Prelate.

I'm - the telepathy isn't a spell. I was born with it. It's not too rare among humans where I'm from.

"- it is extraordinarily rare here," the dragon says. "I've heard of it only thirdhand, rumors of rumors. If you'll forgive my curiosity, are you fully human?"

Uh, as far as I know, and I did grow up knowing both my parents.

The Prelate strides off, glaring back at them frustratedly. There are, by this point, quite a few more people gathered around curiously, eating fried food and staring; there's a crowded town square visible in the direction the Prelate is striding. 

"Today is the day of a festival," the silver dragon says, "the anniversary of the founding of our city. I would speak with you more, and more closely inspect your strange magical injury, but my presence is necessary so that the townspeople can celebrate unafraid, this close to the Worldwound. Do you see the temple of Iomedae, across the town square?" She points it out. The holy symbol emblazoned on the front of the building is a shining sword. "If you come there tomorrow, we can speak further."

Uh, understood, thank you. Apparently this is one of the dragons that just adopts a town, that's one of the better kinds except for how Embries was one that adopted a university, so.

The dragon strides off, still in human form. One of the other people nearby - a woman in plate armor, the same sword-based holy symbol on her chest - offers Bella a hand standing up. 

Does she contain the ability to stand. - does she wear on her feet the ability to - okay, yes, she has everything she was wearing, boots included, possibly they're broken but she's not going to cast a Detect about it - she takes the hand, she stands up. Adjusts her weight to check for wobbles and finds the boots in working order. Surprising.

It's a city. A poorer city than most in Bella's original home, and a much uglier city than any in Valinor. The streets are paved, but aging, and the buildings mostly have thatch roofs. The town square is full of revelers - children playing party games, drunk people singing.

Welp.

She will - uh - take off and pocket most of her jewelry, first thing, and then go looking for someplace she could sell it.

There's a jeweler's shop, presently locked up.

Well, heck. Is that because it's getting on nighttime or unrelated.

Probably because of the festival! The other shops look similarly locked up.