The woman's language isn't actually too unfamiliar.
It sounds much like North Language, resembling the accent of those scarce Slav amber merchants who travel the Black Sea trade route.
Losa pondered for a while, suddenly recalling that Rurik Prince named Yaroslav he encountered on the Black Sea; they seem to speak the same language.
Many speculations flashed in his mind, and the most plausible one should be the incomplete Space Magic that Shemir cast earlier, activated by the Ghost Dragon's dying counterattack.
The result of the combination caused him to be teleported to the Slav territory.
The girl, trapped in despair, continued to sob softly, her long eyelashes adorned with tears, arousing pity, yet Losa, accustomed to having beautiful women around him, only felt annoyance, rubbing his brow, trying to calm himself down.
