"You might want to catch a Plane Shift to Nirvana or Heaven, or go back if we win?"

"Huh."

"It's a big world. You can also learn magic in those places, to be clear, just not from my tutor."

While the lyrakien and the petitioner from the boiling pools discuss magic and travel, the scry finishes.

The Raelis turns to Zoriana. "I think we should talk to the woman in the volcano, she's probably a Brijidine. Very useful in that sort of environment."

"Agreed." She turns to the rescues. "You can come along if you're curious, if not we can call you over if necessary."

She heads back up the volcano.

She's curious.

The woman in the volcano rises up on a small eruption of lava that deposits her on the rim, where she proceeds to lounge comfortably.

"Hello."

"Greetings. We have come to ask your aid in an extraplanar endeavor."

"Oh?" She casually contact-juggles a little flame as they converse.

"Someone's been funneling souls to their own miniature evil afterlife. It's underground and volcanic, there's only one type of enforcer that we know of and they seem fairly lava-focused. A brijidine like you could do a lot of good."

"Oh, I see." She contact-juggles a larger flame, and more ominously. "And who am I working with here?"

"I'm Forandus. I've unfortunately neglected to learn the names of anyone else here."

She has also neglected this but she appreciates Forandus admitting to it first. "Zoriana. Cleric of Desna, from Golarion."

Eyeroll. "I’m not going to remember anyone’s names." The fuck you for asking can go unsaid.

"Wren Rime." She smiles at the unnamed entity, amused. "Why are we sure it's not consensual, not a known plane, and doesn’t have more firepower than you’ve already seen?"

"If it were consensual our rescues would be behaving very differently. Zoriana can comment further on that, I expect. If it were a known plane I expect I would recognize it after descriptions and scrying. I expect it doesn't have more firepower than I've already seen because Zoriana got there by accident and held out long enough to prepare spells and successfully pull off a rescue."

"Could be a trap. All right, though. I'm in. How far are we on a plan?"

"Not very. We're ideally waiting for a called gancanagh to return with a viable tuning fork so as to avoid needing a Gate."

"Do we know how big the plane is?"

"I don't, though the fact that it plausibly only has human petitioners from one planet seems suggestive."

"No idea, sorry."

"Do we have recon plans?"

"Not yet."

"Who’s there that we can scry? Do we know anything about the fiends' will saves yet?"

"The gancanagh Cayden is there. With some Greater Scries we could perhaps go from him to whoever's in the room with him? If the petitioners are willing it might be good for someone who can draw or produce illusions well to use Share Memory with them. I do have a friend in Golarion who'd work with us on that but I'm not sure it's worth the trip, I believe Share Memory is second-circle. Some cognitive augmentation on the petitioners might also help them draw? The one with us right now is wearing a tunic from there, but I got the tunic from the other petitioner's room, so if we scried for its owner we might just get her."