Airyaman
Which of the two was more out of place: a foreigner in a familiar land, or a familiar feeling in an unknown land? And which one was most pertinent to his situation at the moment? The creature wondering this waved through the crowds of the urban jungle, his emerald hair glinting subtly and drawing slight gazes. He - he was nominally a man, at least -, the sorcerer known as Airyaman was weighing his options.
It was clear that this wasn't the other side, or any of the netherrealms of the fae, but it didn't look like London, and he wasn't even staying in London, last he remembered. He had felt it was a strangely high number of supernatural beings to be walking in the middle of a city like this, but the overwhelming majority of people wouldn't see anything out the ordinary. Realizing that there was actually nothing hiding these elves and monsters from sight, and most of them weren't spirits, however, was enough to give him near-certainty this was nowhere on Earth.
For the time being, he was learning how to tell the North from the East, but that wasn't going to cut it. The time spent working out of his initial disorientation - by confirming that yes, this still resembled a modern metropolis in most regards, including the presence of spirits - had been such that he'd completely overlooked more practical concerns until now. His constitution could handle it, but the sorcerer didn't particularly relish the thought of sleeping outside. Which brought him to another problem, he didn't have any liquid assets on him.
If some of his things had come with him, he could handle this situation better. But as it stood he didn't know where he was going, he didn't know how he'd gotten there, and he felt uncomfortable with some prospect or other that he couldn't quite place. Finding someone reliable to ask questions would be ideal, but despite the magic in the air, there was a striking lack of professional markers so far. And he wasn't quite... willing to bargain with these sprites floating around yet.
It was then that the particular scent of alchemy caught his nose, and he paused to look. The sensation drew him just to the side, to the foot of a simple wooden stand which showed a few products. It wasn't just a mild herbal trail, it was daoist medicine and refined magic, the smells of genuine magical concoction.
"Excuse me," he asked, eyes straightened on the vials on display rather than the person behind the counter. "Did you make these here?"