i’m fairly convinced that if you were teleported to a random farming community anywhere and anywhen on earth, they’d be concerned but default to housing you for like a week at least and by the time you establish basic communication your fate will be consigned to storytelling until the day you die.

Because life back then was fucking boring as shit and any modern person could probably make the best storytellers of the day suicidal by ineptly explaining the plot of the first movie that comes to mind.

Sing some Queen or whatever and the village will go