Then Vanyel will walk him back out to where Yfandes is waiting for him. 

The weather is already turning for the worse; no one is making it a priority to stay on top of their weather-magic efforts, and the magic being thrown around doesn't help either. The wind is picking up, bank of clouds is scudding in from the north, and the temperature is already dropping. 

Under Endure Elements it feels like a pleasantly brisk spring day, just warm enough that he's not fussed about the evaporating lakewater.

Trainee Ravan catches up with them halfway. He's a skinny fourteen-year-old whose only qualifications for this duty are that, one, he's a strong Mindspeaker - strong enough not to get tired even if he has to spend all day holding a link to someone un-Gifted, which isn't trivial - and, two, according to Shallan he's reasonably level-headed for a youngster and at all capable of tact. 

He bobs his head nervously. :I'm Trainee Ravan. Herald-Mage Vanyel said I'm to stay with you and help you with anything you need. And walk you back to the guest wing, I guess.: 

:Thank you, Trainee Ravan.: Blai will follow where he leads.

Trainee Ravan is not very chatty. He leads Blai back to the building without saying anything. :Er, do you remember which room is yours?: 

:I think so.: Is it this one? It is, hooray.

Trainee Ravan will...awkwardly hover by the door trying to hold open a Mindspeech link without actually reading surface thoughts, in case Blai thinks of any questions? 

Blai is going to take off his armor, since he's just sitting around and the padding will take forever to dry if it's not wrung out and hung up - he'll wring it out in the privy, seems politest - and then he pulls out the Acts from his bag which he left in here and study it, occasionally looking ceilingward in private prayer.

It would be rude to interrupt and Ravan doesn't. He can play word-games with his Companion via Mindspeech to avoid getting too bored. 

A candlemark or so later, unbeknownst to Blai, Jisa slips into the building, parks herself in an adjacent unused room, and opens her Othersenses. 

(There was a contentious debate on whether to read the poor man's mind again. Vanyel was against, but not unwilling to be convinced. Jisa, once summoned into the meeting she technically had no reason to be invited to so they could ask about it, was also against, but only mildly; she doesn't have the sense that Blai would consider it a horrifying betrayal, to check his intentions and reaction to the recent events before they take costly measures to ensure his safety.) 

He is praying. In a remarkably businesslike way. Iomedae, I do not know if I will ever be able to return to Golarion and I am uncatechized and novice to Your teachings, and there is absolutely nothing in this book about showing up in a place where your entire faith is unknown, because Aroden was known across the whole world. I think I am solid on Law all things considered but grievously unpracticed in Good. I think these people among whom I have landed are Good, but I know that I landed among them at what was most likely random, since I doubt that altering my trajectory rated Your notice, and so I am committing to little while operating openly and honestly. Tomorrow I am going to want an Aura Sight maybe or at least a Detect Evil. I am confused about their gods, who seem to work all but anonymously and in a group, like a school of fish. If this place is divinely governed by a Good coalition please help me to see that and cooperate with them, and more urgently if it is an Evil coalition or one readily turned toward Evil aims please let me see that, before I am too promised to act on it. The strength and the danger of Law is that it commits, when it does, without leaving any unspoken line of retreat. Please help me remember that in such a strange land I may need to speak some lines of retreat. Maybe I will copy the bit about resigning on grounds of conscience from the Lastwall handbook except that I am not sure any of the things I have are a conscience. Is imagining what You would have of me a conscience? I hope it's close enough. If ever I can go home please help me to meet Your Church in a condition such that they will have me, and if I never can please help me guess so that I can arrive in Heaven to be advised from there rather than falling short...

That's bizarrely...touching? Jisa, lately, is deeply unsure how to feel about people who are genuinely committed to serving gods, but this particular god - goddess - seems like She must be unusually...comprehensible, or something. Which she supposes makes sense, if the claim is that in this other world it's possible for people to become gods. 

(Did Leareth ever consider doing it that way?) 

She is really very sure, within about five seconds, that he's not up to anything nefarious and will behave himself - will behave with as much honor and the-strange-concept-of-Lawfulness as he can - wherever he is. She doesn't need to watch his mind for long. ...She watches it a little longer anyway, just because it's kind of inspiring, and today has been a remarkably horrible day and she feels like she could use that. 

(Would Leareth get along with this goddess any better than the local gods?) 

...She shuts away her Othersenses and quietly leaves the building and goes to report back to the Senior Circle. 

They leave Blai alone for another candlemark after that; there's more to argue about, and Savil needs to talk to Brightstar, who's been helping take about the dead monster's body to learn what they can from it, in the process pinning down the remnants of its magical signature in preparation to concert-cast the pastwatching spell.

She would actually much rather save her energy for the pastwatching spell, but it's not obvious that getting Blai out of Haven is less time-sensitive. 

She arrives at his guest room. 

:If you're willing, we think it would be a good idea to - at least temporarily - relocate you to somewhere out of Haven, where we're pretty sure the mage we're fighting can't operate. We may ask for your help once we - know more of what we need help with.: 

:All right. Where am I going?:

:The place is called k’Treva Vale. It’s in the Pelagirs, but the Vale itself is magically protected. More importantly, it’s deep in the territory of the Star-Eyed Goddess and we believe the mage we’re fighting has no way to reach you there. The Tayledras are our allies.:

Oh, that's a specific god with an identifying title! :What can you tell me about the Star-Eyed Goddess?:

:She works closely with the Tayledras people and another group, the Shin'a'in, who guard some - very dangerous old artifacts - which we learned are buried underground in a place called the Dhorisha Plains. She made a - sort of magical pact - with the original tribes that eventually split into those two groups, shortly after a war between two powerful mages - er, our immortal mage was one of them but it's debatable how much it was actually his fault - caused the disaster we call the Cataclysm. She helped them survive in exchange for the Tayledras working to repair the damaged land and the Shin'a'in mounting guard duty. She chooses warriors among the Shin'a'in - a little like Heralds, but honestly not very much - and some of them become sort of spirit guides after they die. She also gave the Tayledras a powerful kind of magic called Heartstones, which they use to anchor the protective magic on the Vales. We built one in Haven, so - apparently She approves of Valdemar at least that much.:

It's apparent to someone paying attention that Savil's feelings about the Star-Eyed Goddess are much more characterized by "vague unease" than "worship." 

Well, his association with ancestral pacts obliging an ethnicity to follow a specific god in a damaged world that is hostile to human life is.......... Nidal. He updates his mental image of the archmage up north to something more like Geb without the undead-specifically obsession. And probably not specifically being a ghost. :But you don't have a known alignment for Her, or - a philosophy beyond wanting the damaged land repaired?:

:I don't know how we would possibly know Her 'alignment'. She seems fine?: The overtones are that Savil mostly doesn't see this as particularly relevant to her. :The Tayledras are - somewhat like Heralds, in the part where they do live dangerous lives in Her service, but with a lot more nice little luxuries, thanks to Her magic.: 

:What does Her magic do exactly?:

Savil is in kind of a hurry, honestly. She wasn't expecting a pile of questions, though in hindsight obviously he has them. :Let's start heading to the permanent Gate-terminus while I answer your questions. Ravan, thank you, you can head back to the trainees' wing: 

She starts walking. 

:Right, so I don't know how your world's magic works, but here it's very difficult to tie any kind of mage-artifact or set-spell to a power source that renews itself. There are a few other techniques, very advanced magic we don't have, but - the thing Heartstones do is to provide something like a node, linked into the local ley-lines and fed by them, that - provides a scaffolding to anchor arbitrarily complex spells. The Vales are protected by very powerful shields, permanent weather-barriers - it's always summer inside - and they have remarkably sophisticated wards, they can watch the whole area for dangerous Pelagirs beasties. ...I suspect there's more, they trust me pretty far in k'Treva but I wouldn't expect they trust me with all their secrets. I do know that it gives you a way to contact Her directly, if you're desperate, but I wouldn't recommend it.: 

Blai follows her agreeably. :Understood.:

:Any other questions? They have plenty of Mindspeakers there, you'll be able to communicate, and I'm sure they'll be happy to answer your questions about magic and gods. Better than I can, for the second one.: 

:I'm ready.:

Then Savil won't bother with any chitchat while they trek the rest of the way through the Palace grounds to the wing where the permanent Gate-terminus is built. She shoos away some servants, not that it probably matters much if there's one more rumor spreading about Blai when he's about to be safely elsewhere, but she would still rather their destination wasn't observed.