And when they're done there's a knock on the door and a young man with light green hair says "Hello!" with only a bit of an accent.

"Hi, what's your name?"

"Vashal Intami. You good?"

"We're doing fine, thanks. Is the other guy sick or something?"

" - yes. Afen Kisantami says no talk, regrets."

"Uh. Okay. What's wrong with him, I can heal."

" - sorry?"

"If he's sick we might be able to fix him with magic."

"If he - Afen is he - is sick you might be able to magic? Sick is what?"

"...sick is -" She coughs into her hand, mimes stomachache.

"Afen is not sick he had - work."

"...but he didn't have work yesterday and today we're, what, not the most exciting things ever any more?"

"...slower?"

"He didn't have work yesterday. Today we are not the most exciting things in the world."

"You are the most exciting things in the world. He left work early yesterday." He shrugs helplessly. "Afen Kisantami is Afen Kisantami."

"...okay. Nice to meet you, Vashel Intami."

"Nice to meet you. Sorry you have to talk again with no understanding. I will learn fast."

"I'm sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you like the inn? Do you have questions?"

"The inn is great! I'm curious about this country and all the other countries here."

"I can tell you about countries. A little. This country is Anitam. Lakla is the two city in Anitam. Inat is the one city, Lina is the government city. Anitam has - ten tens is what?"

"Ten tens is a hundred. The - one city? Biggest?"

He looks at the coffee machine, makes stacks of creamer. "The biggest stack of creamer?" he asks, pointing at what is in fact the biggest.

"Yes. ...I would like to learn your language!"

So he provides her with the Anitami words for 'biggest' and 'one' 'two' 'three' and some simple sentences.