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A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
"Imrainai thinks you're gonna fail to kill Asmodeus, for pretty reasonable reasons plus her religious devotion to him. She's from my world so she has reasonable priorities for the most part and she's from Cheliax so she thinks human flourishing is fundamentally pointless. Next person to ask us about our relationship gets stabbed. Possibly with my teeth."
"We should really differentiate the Karens. That one may have sold her soul to devils and definitely signed some kind of questionable life contract with them. She seems neat but obviously I haven't bothered her very much -"
"Oh, just, uh, you don't walk up to strange women and strike up a conversation with them, they'll be wondering the whole time what you want and why you thought you could get it from them."
"Pretty legit. Okay, everyone else, real fast. Fairy. Sketchy as fuck though maybe you won't think so. Cecelia. Seems like a really sweet human being who deserves a hardworking husband and a nice big farm and a gorgeous altar to Erastil or Shelyn or somesuch which she and the husband built themselves out of particularly shiny pebbles they found while planting their squashes and potatoes. I think the fairy would try to get this for her if he had the slightest understanding of why anyone might want it.
Hell Karen. She was in Hell. Now she's pretty fucked up and really likes food, and hugs, and doesn't understand language. Leave her alone, I figure. Her version of me, who says they were good friends and wants to be cautious about the use of mind-effecting magic to speed her recovery which is pretty reasonable. If you go near her he might bite you. No idea if that's a metaphor, I don't recognize his species. Might be an elf? In which case it'd be a metaphor."
"Happy to do it any time I know more about a large group of people than you, which is to say I'll never do it again."
"Course we do." Hug. "Boys hug boys and girls hug girls and then no chance of any impropriety."
He draws back and studies him for a second. Then he shakes his head. "All right. Talk to you later."
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