And... she says aloud, with a few words of Taldane and a fierce smile, "If the 'people' of Andoran learned 'goodness' by 'rebellion' against Asmodeus - good for you!"

"Now - where is Asmodeus?"  If there's still a map visible, she'll wave her hand over it; if not then she'll name a few country names.

(The ten minutes on the spell might be about to run out?)

"Cheliax is west of here - minus Andoran, and minus Galt now, they rebelled ten years ago". 

"Asmodeus still - in Cheliax!?"

"Yes. ...we're at war, obviously. So's Galt and most everyone else. I hope - the people will taldane taldane taldane." (The translation spell cuts off halfway through.)

The alternative is that the Asmodeans dig in forever like Nidal and she really doesn't want to contemplate that. She wants her children, at least, to live to see Cheliax free. And Miriel has the entirely correct reaction to first hearing about Cheliax but that wasn't really in doubt, she's a cleric of Sarenrae.

Oh.

She really hopes this isn't like the Siege of Angband in the First Age, when the Fathers of Men and the Elves were penning Morgoth up in Angband... until he decided to break out and none of them could defeat him again (except for Beren and Luthien, and they only momentarily).

But she doesn't know how to ask that and get a useful answer.  If you'd asked a human woman during the Siege - even Andreth herself - she could've easily thought things were going well there too.

Maybe it isn't.  How can she say it in Taldane...  "Gods vote war?  Sarenrae, Iomedae..."  If the Valar are really helping here, maybe it would be enough.  And maybe they won't have to sink Beleriand in the end.

(She's not going to spend her second language spell just now; she at least wants to think first.)

"Ooh, the gods should vote - their churches get votes but I don't know if they ask the gods directly how to vote -" Wanda belatedly notices Miriel's look of incomprehension.

Um. So she needs to simplify, because she didn't mention organized Churches yet and for all she knows Miriel might not know they exist.

"Iomedae votes for war, very much. But Sarenrae and Shelyn think war is bad and - want a better way?" How to get this across... 

Stick figure time! Wanda cleans the slate, and draws a vertical line. Left side is Cheliax, right side is Andoran.

An Iomedan stick-paladin (sword and sunburst) comes to the border. An Asmodean devil (trident and pentagram) opposes him: crossed swords! Sometimes the paladin kills the devil and this results in a happy paladin and the border moves forward. But then another devil comes and the paladin dies and the border moves back. (Wanda is maybe extrapolating a bit how the war works but the principle seems sound?)

Now a Sarenite and a Shelynite come to the border. They don't fight the devils, they sneak around them and find unarmed stick-figures in the Chelish rear. And then (maybe! sometimes!) some of those figures become Sarenite or Shelynite and escape back to Andoran (happy stick figures!) And sometimes, a lot of Chelish stick-figures become Shelynite and roses grow up all around them and they kill the devils themselves and the border moves back by a big chunk of slate, and that is Galt. Wanda's best guess is that Sarenrae and Shelyn (and Abadar?) are hoping for another Galt, and not for a bigger war.

So the Valar are disagreeing, and Manwe doesn't want war... that doesn't sound promising.  Her expression droops.  Teaching and helping Asmodeus's slaves is a good thing, and she'd be happy to join that along with Arien... but if this's anything like the First Age, it's not going to be enough.

Well.  Unless Asmodeus is about to break out tomorrow, she doesn't need to figure this out right away.

"Thank you," she says, bobbing a quick curtsy and then opening her arms for a hug.  "I'm going to go think... and maybe talk to Pharazon.  Gimildun.  Tell him about Sarenrae."

Wanda really hopes she said the right things! If Miriel wants to fight in the war, or even to vote for war, Wanda doesn't know that Sarenrae or Her church forbid this but she's not entirely sure. And she doesn't think Sarenrae is the kind to drop a cleric over - almost anything, really, as long as the cleric isn't outright Evil or something, but again she doesn't know for sure and, well. Even if Wanda goes for Cheliax, she'll presumably talk to an actual experienced Sarenite before she gets there?

...hug! Hugs she can do all day. She's very confident the gods are in favor of hugs.

After another hug, Miriel walks back across town to look for Pharazon.  And if she sees anyone who might need her healing, that's great too!

Meanwhile, Pharazon has decided that he's going to need to show someone his skills if he wants to make his way in this world as anything more than a peasant.

He's got a sword at his side, and that's a line of work he enjoys that someone's probably going to be willing to hire him for.  Besides, it's better than sitting around here.

So, after a while, he stumbles through asking the innkeeper (with mixed words and charades) about a good spot to practice with his sword.

He can use do it over there and not be in anyone's way. It's just a nice open spot, though, there's nothing else there. What's he going to do alone with his sword, practice acrobatics?

Meanwhile, it's growing late, and travellers start trickling into the inn: a party of four going from the city to a village down the coast, three of them armed and (poorly) armored; a farmer and his son from an inland village, with a wagon full of produce that they'll take to the city tomorrow; the mailman passing through on his circuit.

They can see Pharazon practicing strokes with his sword!

If he's found a wooden post that nobody's using for anything, that might be taking the place of an adversary.  But either way, almost all the time he's pulling his strokes in midair.  (He doesn't want to nick the only sword he has with him.)  He's very clearly done this before.  Sped up just a little, it might almost look like a dance.

The three jewels in the hilt of his sword glitter in the sunlight.

It's a pretty sword and he's a pretty enough man but it's not very legible as practice; the locals are used to people practicing the sword by sparring and staging mock show-fights, or else by hitting a post really really hard. (Please don't hit their post hard, they don't want it broken.)

Maybe he's a Sarenite? The Sarenites foreigners in the couple do sword-dances. (They look cooler than this, though.)

A few kids watch him for a while, but no-one bothers or interrupts him.

...That fellow there who just rode in, carrying a bag, has the air of someone who looks like he's on a mission.  Pharazon pauses his swordplay to go over and take a closer look.

Yes, he's got a badge with what looks like a heraldic eagle.

Pharazon nods to him and points to his eagle.  "Andoran?"

He must be a foreigner. "Andorani post. See, she's carrying a letter." He half-pulls a letter out of the closest mailbag in demonstration. "Can I help you?"

Oh, a messenger!  Maybe even an organized postal system?  Pharazon smiles and nods.

"Andoran -" he wants the word for "want" but he doesn't have it "- get -" and he points to his sword.

Andoran gets sworded? Andoran... got him his sword? By post? - nah, he's got nothing. The man doesn't seem hostile or crazy, at least? 

"I have no idea what you're trying to tell me. - Oh hey Ciolli - good evening to you - d'you know what's up with him?"

"No idea," says the innkeeper, now in the yard welcoming the day's guests, "he came in with a lady friend this morning. Got coin, but they don't speak our language."

"Well I can see that."

To Pharazon: "did you want to send a letter?" This doesn't seem likely, seeing how he's not e.g. holding out a letter and a couple of coppers, but the postman really doesn't know what else he can do for a stranger who can't talk.

Pharazon doesn't understand; he cups his hand to his ear.

Is he hard of hearing? "DO YOU WANT A LETTER CARRIED?"

"No, no, he doesn't understand the language. The woman spent two hours pointing at things and writing down words."

That sounds like it's a helpful correction?

He points to himself; mimes walking with his fingers; "... Andoran today."

"You arrived in Andoran today. And you want a letter carried?"