This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"Especially me. I had all the right paranoia and then where was it when I needed it, huh, I should've heard the summons to Taniquetil and packed myself off to the Outer Lands right then."
"Well, you they'd have chased down again, but maybe we could have arranged visitation."
"Yup. Maybe our ones can learn from the local ones' mistakes."
"Yep. He should stay tucked away where he can't hurt anybody."
"Forever is a really long time to be in jail but if you're really bad and not sorry there's not much other choice."
"Yup. Maybe if there are lots of Ardas there's one where he turned out to be okay somehow and we can steal all their secrets, but until then can't risk it."
"And we can steal all their good ideas as we go until at the end we have all the good ideas!"
"You know what's a thing? Personal demiplanes are a thing. With enough mana if we really knew what we were doing we could make a world."
"How much mana would we need, how hard is it... I miss having a Maia to draw on..."
"I'm not sure. Even the demiplanes take a lot, so a whole world would be huge, I'm not even sure if tapping Maiar would do it, you might run into handling limits even if the supply's infinite. Might have to come up with another way to do it."