Okay so it is real. Still good to check before jumping to conclusions.

Goggles puts the scanner away and drops the stick, and finds something to sit down on. This is a sitting-down kind of thinking situation, not a pacing-around kind of thinking situation. She gets out a small notebook from her bag, unlocks it, and starts listing which technologies the planet seems to have and which ones it doesn't. The main missing pieces seem to be radio, labor saving technologies for farming or cloth, and weapons more advanced than swords. But they do have gravity tech, lights and heat with no obvious power source, and brain wizards who can talk without talking. Also the critters, but they might be unrelated. 

The explanation that makes the most sense is that there's some high-tech group that builds this advanced tech and gives or sells it to the rest of the people, but they are keeping some things for themselves. The specific things missing make it seem like they're keeping people isolated from each other, spending most of their time on manual labor, and without good weapons. Maybe it's the brain wizards, or the brain wizards are their agents?

She has to tell captain about this! When he's alone though, and only if he doesn't seem like his brain is being controlled. For now she's going to stay here and strategize about how to find these secret high tech people and how to convince them to help with spaceship repairs.

When she's spent a few minutes thinking, she might see a short man in long green robes come careening over the hill at improbable speeds. He doesn't send up a plume of dust, by virtue of riding several inches above the ground on a thin stone slab. His weight is pitched forwards to angle the slab relative to the ground, but as he sails into the farmyard, he leans back until he comes to a complete stop.

Hopping down, he picks up his slab and tucks it under his arm.

"Zumara! Pihoror." he calls, striding towards the house. "Nurhaqu yhini homdarna?"

When Goggles doesn't reply within a few seconds, he raps on the door to the house and peers inside.

"Zeterse zumurut, pihoror. Nat yhini gyenit?" he asks.

:Raymudi! He's in Çet's bedroom, through there,: she answers. :Raymudi's great,: she tells Bellerophon. :He totally fixed Wozet's arm when I, uh, demonstrated energetic target restraint for him.:

"Zentarut Zeterse mu?" he prompts, striding past her into the bedroom. "Nat hamtungagy," he announces as he enters.

:Oh, yeah, sure I can translate. This is Raymudi, he's a healer,: Zeterse explains, moving to lean in the doorway since Çet's bedroom is quite full.

He assesses the patient. Is Brother Astralis awake? Responsive? Breathing? All his limbs attached?

"Mu dore wer?" (:What happened to him?:) he asks.

Whoah!! This guy has a hoverboard? That’s Goggles’ favorite levitating vehicle design!

Goggles looks up at the newcomer, admiringly. The high-tech cabal secretly running things here can’t be that bad if they let people have hoverboards. 

Captain Monzor stands up and makes room. With a level voice he explains the situation to the medic. 

“Ship combat. Room he was in took a hit from some kinetics. Cuts and broken bones, mostly on one side. He got basic first aid, bandages for the bleeding, but the impact of a crash landing made things worse.”

Why is the captain looking to him to translate? This language probably doesn’t even have a word for combat between two starships, and if it did he hasn’t gotten to that in his few minutes of language practice.

He’s also a bit concerned by Zeterse mentioning injuring the other guard. Subtly reminding everyone that she’s a trained fighter, that could be a threat to make sure they don’t cause any trouble. Or maybe meant to impress them? He needs to figure out the cultural norms around violence here, before someone (most likely the captain) causes some misunderstanding.

There will be time to with that later.  For now, Bellerophon attempts repeat the captain’s explanation with the extremely new and unpolished bit of local language he learned. “Sky… house… sky house… down.”

Agh, being this used un-eloquent is why he hated learning languages without translators. He attempts to pantomime something falling and hitting the ground. 

As for the patient… 

Brother Astralis is unconscious, but breathing and moving slightly. All limbs are still attached, but one arm is visibly broken. A whole host of light lacerations and bandages over a couple worse ones are also fairly obvious. 

"Wuntung qu qyasatut?" (:Resulting in fall-like injuries*?:) he clarifies.

He leans down to check Astralis's breathing with a hand held below his nose, and then centers his other hand above Astralis's sternum and adopts a look of concentration.

* This comes across as a medical term, distinguished from illness-like injuries or concept-like injuries

:I think so, yeah. You know that big boom a little while ago? That was them landing,: Zeterse explains.

"Nat nya çankara. Ramamu dat pengatgya, Nat do hununtarar?" (:I've got him stabilized. Will you help me set his arm?:) he asks the Captain, who is best positioned to assist. "Pengatgya mu pihor," (:Put it here,:) he instructs, gesturing to show how the arm should be positioned.

For someone who looked like some kind of mystic, he’s acting like a normal doctor. Monzor knows how to deal with that. 

“Yes, I can.”

He holds the arm and moves it into place, and generally follows the healer’s directions, keeping any concern or curiosity to himself.

Goggles stands in the doorway of the house and tries to listen in. She needs to know what’s going on, but there’s already too many people in there so going inside is off the table. 

After failing to hear anything, “probably using brain wizard powers instead of talking” and circling the farmhouse looking for but failing to find windows, “okay what kind of civilization invents antigravity before glass”  she gives up and just lingers near the doorway waiting. 

With the captain's help, Raymudi sets Brother Astralis' bones, and then begins carefully attending to his various scrapes in order of severity. He asks Zeterse to put on a kettle of hot water, and uses it to carefully clean each one before passing a hand over it and making it close up.

It's boring, repetitive work, but he's making good progress on getting him cleaned up.

Now that's why the doctor is dressed like a mystic. Magical healing without even touching the patient. Monzor watches the process closely and, not seeing any signs of illusion, is somewhat awed. Then he wonders if the process also works in reverse, and if so do the people here have countermeasures against magically appearing wounds?

Despite visibly impressed awed and a bit threatened, he continues assisting when he is needed and staying back to watch when he is not. 

Looks like they don’t need any more attempted translation in here. Also Bellerophon is getting a bit nauseous from watching the healing.

Time to leave the room and see what more can be learned about the local language. 

Zeterse follows him back into the main room and catches his eye. :So, where were we? I guess we covered basic vocabulary, or at least the things that I can point out from here. ... I guess probably that means it's time for grammar, although that is very much not my strong suit. Wozet, let me know if I get too off base, okay?:

She thinks for a moment before continuing. :I'll start with classes -- there are 5 classes of word: Respected persons, Adult humans and predictable things, Children and trees, Unpredictable things and concepts, and Small animals and inanimate objects. Things can also be Respectable or Unrespectable, or both. If they're Respectable, you can treat them as though they were one class higher in order to confer respect. If they're Unrespectable, you can treat them as though they were one class lower in order to confer disrespect. But you can't increase the class of something that isn't Respectable or lower the class of something that isn't Unrespectable -- that isn't grammatical. Children are the only things that are both Respectable and Unrespectable.:

Wozet interjects with "Sizdihot moreŋ zaŋut pengatugy," (:Easterners treat everything as though it is Respectable:).

:Uh, right,: Zeterse concurs. :And what class two things are affects how you say the verb. Like, the fact that Wozet said 'give' instead of 'give' is because respect is a concept. Whereas an easterner who was saying that people from Barhagy make the Respectable/Unrespectable distinction might say 'give' instead, as a mark of disrespect, because they don't care that adult humans aren't Unrespectable.:

Bellerophon sets the five classes to memory, but disagrees with them. How can concepts rank lower than trees, don't they know how important concepts are? He has an imaginary argument with whichever mad linguist invented this language, which almost distracts him from learning grammar. In this imaginary conversation, he does concede that raising or lowering something a respect-class is an interesting use of the classes. However, it's also a diplomatic incident in the making, if he accidentally refers to someone with the incorrect amount of respect.

He wonders how bad it would be to defect to the Easterners, whoever they are, just to avoid having to memorize which things are respectable and which are unrespectable. 

A few questions, broken and ungrammatical:

1. things neither respectable nor unrespectable?

2. Easterners?

3. Say 'give' and 'give' with voice?

:Everything is at least one of Respectable and Unrespectable, I think,: Zeterse answers. :Easterners are the people living in Sizdor. It's a country on our eastern border, about 50 miles from here. We've occasionally been at war, mostly over rights to the peninsula, but right now we're at peace.:

Zeterse exchanges a look with Wozet.

:My translation thing, I can't really turn it off. Wozet, would you?:

"Pengatugy, pengat, pengatat," Wozet supplies.

:That's person gives concept, person gives person, and tree gives concept,: Zeterse explains. :Not that you'd like, normally say those latter two.: