Jiphe Zoshah is really, really sick of all of the hustle and bustle of adventurers and their ilk. The late nights, the high stakes, the constant risk of death, it all gets very tiresome after a while. Sometimes you'd really rather just sleep in a comfortable, feather soft and expensive bed with silk sheets, and not have to worry about if you're going to be dissolved in acid or burned to ash by angry elementals or smashed to bits by giants, whenever one of the others in your adventuring party screws up. Which they will. They always do. So: she retired. Well, from adventuring. She might at some point retire from the kind of after-adventurer cleanup that pays well in Absalom, but, well. It does pay very well. Especially when one is a spontaneous caster, who doesn't have problems like 'I didn't prepare that this morning,' and will tolerate being dragged out to various places to pick their dead back up, dust them off, and tell them to get back to whatever it was they were doing.
Usually the people she picks up are important people, adventurers or brilliant wizards or nobility with a lot of money, not... this. This seems to just be picking up random peasants, and at least one monster, in an extremely crowded temple of Abadar.
It's a monster she's getting this time. Some kind of humanoid thing with wings, probably eats people or something. She confirmed that, yes, really, this is their subject that they paid her for her teleport out to Cheliax of all places. These people are insane, but she knew Cheliaxians were insane anyway, so, sure, fine. As long as they pay her.
A spell is cast, a diamond disappears, and a monster is resurrected, and Jiphe Zoshah moves on without any kind of ceremony to the next person she's being paid to put back on the Material.