She has an instinct that she should try and look proud, confident, and like she knows what she's doing. Being friends with these locals when she's just shown up is probably a lost cause, she's too foreign for that, but if she can get their respect a lot more is manageable from there. 

Okay. She manage that, at least.

Pattern-matching to Strange Foreign Nobility, maybe?

A question for later.

She will walk forward, back straight and head held high. If she did in fact know what she was doing, she'd- go up to someone nearby and ask them who in this village she should talk to if she wants to learn more about the area. Well, she can do that.

She walks up to the person closest to her and says, "Is there any chance you happen to speak English?"

He raises his palms. "Akvald, angresus na dyvir. Seyver na nyrius. Seyver na nyrius." 

Akvald's probably a title, and angresus is probably "speak" or "say"... So "I don't speak that, Lady?"  Which would make the latter half something like "I don't want trouble", repeated twice.

He backs away and lowers his hands, then gestures to a building in the middle of town with a sign of a tankard. "Nikola angresus, verdok. Angresus ver Nikola."

"Nikola" sounds like a name, so... "Nikola speaks [it] maybe, talk to Nikola?" 

Yeah, she really didn't expect a yes there. Fortunately omniglot does in fact seem to be working, she wouldn't normally be picking up most of that. She knows from experience that when learning a new language it can often be hard just to notice where one word ends and another begins, and she's gone far enough beyond that that she's autoparsing that.

He doesn't want trouble. Repeated twice. Huh. She's apparently being parsed as a threat, which is- slightly unfortunate but definitely better than being parsed as a mark.

After he finishes speaking she nods sharply and marches off tavernward, attempting to hold herself like the Strange Foreign Noble that she thinks she's impersonating. That's the in-character next step, here, and also the most sensible one from her actual perspective; even if Nikola doesn't speak anything more similar to English and thus maybe easier to pick up, someone who knows multiple languages is probably more likely to know other things. With Nikola she'll fumble through her guesses about how to communicate in this language- hopefully it'll come across more as someone rusty brushing the rust off rather than anything odder.

The inner room is dominated by a long bar, which is deserted save for an old woman in a headscarf who's polishing the bar. 

"Vos vedanya, verdis yalni tu menaya?"

That's probably "good afternoon, what can I get you to drink?"

She shakes her head. She doesn't want anything to drink and and her instincts aren't saying that refusing a drink rather than attempting to mime "ale" is somehow incongruous with the character she's playing.

"I'm pretty sure nobody here speaks English. But apparently Nikola angresus, verdok. Na angresus ver Nikola. If that came across right."

The tavern-keeper blinks, then speaks in thickly accented but still intelligible English.

"You're... long way stranger. Not many word, but know some. No beer? Room?"

Somehow the fact that English is a language here surprises her. It's- disconcerting, somehow.

Does she want a room?

"A room maybe later. First, information."

She probably doesn't know that word. She can simplify her language more, and should.

"What should I know about here? Who is the lord? Can angresus words you don't know. I speak some."

Hopefully saying "speak" in the other language will effectively communicate that she means she can say words in the local language.

Also, for some reason her instincts keep saying she should act like she has the right to give orders, and the experience of occupying that kind of casual entitlement is sort of odd and she keeps wanting to apologize for being rude but she's doing her best to adapt.

Nikola raises an eyebrow. 

"Questions! No Lord. Lady. Crin Ilemvich. Not far. You talk her before tax us."

She isn't trying to come across as not foreign and as informed about where exactly she is because that's frankly a lost cause and it sounds exhausting. And likely to lead to her being notably less informed.

The situation about taxing is- odd. How exactly are the nobility set up here where taxing someone else's village would be the kind of thing you had a talk about, rather than a murder about? Some sort of situation where there are a small number of Special People and she's coming across as a member of that class, and the addition of another Special Person would be worth, what, giving up immediate control over a village's tax revenue for?

And there's that emphasis on "not far". Nikola is trying to emphasize that if she steps out of line there'll be consequences? That she's got a lady who will protect her? That kind of makes sense, it's the basic structure of feudalism, or, well, the ostensible nature of it even if the reality often works out differently. Is this the kind of place where random knights roll into town and "tax" the local population, by which she means robbing them blind?

At any rate, she nods at the bit about taxing and asks the obvious follow up.

"Crin Ilemvich is where?"

If she doesn't want to immediately talk to the local nobility she can consider that fact later, right now she doesn't want to break character. Partially just because it gives her an obvious next thing to say, really.

"Konigstein. West." She shrugs. "Room or beer or go, stranger. Not want trouble." 

Hmm. How late was it getting, she doesn't want to travel at night in the pitch dark. She could almost certainly defend herself but it sounds harrowing to be out in the apparently-monster-infested countryside at night when she can't properly see.

By the position of the sun, it's sometime in late afternoon.

"Is Konigstein close enough I could get there before nightfall?"

Nikola shakes her head. "No. Is ten... vedri. Miles." 

She nods.

"A room, then."

She'll be able to think in a room and- honestly she's hearing "I don't want trouble" often enough that she doesn't want to keep badgering these people for information more than necessary.

"You have coin?"

Why did she not consider this question. She has- a perk to help her with money. Hopefully that's working in a maximally-convenient fashion.

She nods and goes to rummage through her bag. She'd have noticed if something was in her pockets. When she was filling them with rocks.

At the top of her bag, there's a small leather pouch which is satisfyingly heavy. It clinks when she moves it.

Inside, there's a collection of silver coins, stamped with a wolf's head on one side and the likeness of an unknown king on the other. The name and date are legible - "Luitpold I, 2493".

Luitpold? Like father-of-Karl-Franz Luitpold? No, wait, Luitpold is an Actual Name from back home.

That said. That number feels. Also vaguely correct for it to be That Luitpold. Is a wolf's head right for Imperial currency? She's not sure. Part of her feels like it should be an eagle of some sort but maybe that's 40k leaking.

Okay, how does she check this.

Ask which way to- some other location. Not Drakenhof, she should damn well know which way to Drakenhof, and the answer in almost all of Sylvania would be the same. Templehof? That might work. And if Templehof sounds vaguely like a place that could exist given the local language, they'd likely just say they didn't know and assume it was some minor location.

"Templehof is which way?"

"East. South first, around hills. More long travel."

Fuck. She is in Actual Fucking Sylvania.

Oh. These people think she's a vampire. And by "tax" Nikola meant the blood tax. But wait, she was out in the day, wasn't she? She thought local vampires couldn't do that. Maybe old ones can, or else the overcast skies in Sylvania are corrupted and make it safe, somehow. She's not sure.

Well. She's definitely not travelling at night now.

Okay. Put that aside for later, this woman is waiting for pay. Fuck it, she's come across as Strange Foreign Vampire, they aren't going to try to cheat her by drastically overcharging her, they're not suicidal. Maybe paying at all is kind of odd here, actually.

Fuck it, she's doing it anyway, these people won't have any idea how Strange Foreign Vampires do things. And they look poor.

"How much?"