Sigh. "Thank you."

They turn the flying carpet over the water.

"We'll be there by dawn."

She sleeps, cuddling her niece.

In the morning they've landed the carpet in a bustling port and only Hagan is there. He has jerky and cashews and fried vegetables. "Morning."

...she eats.

"Fazil's getting a place all set up so no one can scry it and Mahdi's selling spells. Do you want to buy anything while we're here?"

"Like what."

"I don't know? Games? Favorite foods? Clothes?"

It is the will of Asmodeus that his servants have no will but his. This requires being able to discern the will of Asmodeus. It is not his will that the world be destroyed by Rovagug; Asmodeus himself set aside his differences with the other gods, even with Sarenrae, to prevent the world from ceasing to exist. She is not rebelling by cooperating with the enemies of Rovagug, if they are in fact telling the truth about their goals.

It is not his will that she be comfortable, or happy, or concerned for her own comfort or happiness, except insofar as it makes her more effective at achieving his ends. Perhaps she was complacent in Cheliax. Perhaps this is a trial meant to bring her closer to perfected selflessness.

"Zara likes books. If there are any in Taldane."

"There probably are somewhere. Zara, what does your aunt like -"

"Uh. Books, I guess?"

"Cool. Foreign bookstore, presumably here somewhere." He picks up his extremely heavy backpack, puts his mask back on, and herds them both into the city.

Sounds good! She grabs her pack and follows.

She ties a scarf around Zara's head to protect her from the sun. 

The city has winding narrow streets full of shops, with no shade except from the buildings In some areas, there'll be a door to the shop on ground level and a staircase to a shop on the second level and a basement to an underground shop, with no space for nonsense like storefronts. It's crowded and busy. Some people jostle her and Zara as they pass and Hagan turns to snarl at them. He sounds strikingly like a wild animal. 

As they keep going the streets straighten out and get wider and the storefronts get fancier. Eventually he finds a satisfactory bookstore, and shoos them in. 

"Taldane?" he asks the shopkeeper.

      "Sure! What are you looking for?" he says in cheery Taldane.

"Stuff about magic. And about other planes!"

So the shopkeeper points them to some memoirs about epic adventures on other planes, and some children's books about Axis and the other afterlives, and an adventurer's guide to the Underdark, and some translations to Taldane of Osirian theological texts, and some books about the history of magic.

History of magic, history of magic, ooh Underdark, and maybe one of the epic adventure memoirs, sure.

He pays for these. They're quite expensive.

Out they go. "Thought of anything else?"

"I think this is good?"

"She could use a hat. For the sun."

"Two hats, then." 

"If you want."

"Is she just like that as a person or is she really scared of me or something," he says to Zara.

She frowns at Korva appraisingly.

"Kinda both."

"Oh."