"Valuable information to have, I suppose." Starwind's expression is unreadable. 

"Yeah." He looks much more at ease. "Are we in the same guest rooms?" he asks a servant, and gets a nod, and then they can go get some sleep.

Leareth is kind of miserably sleep-deprived in the morning - he should have just napped all afternoon, or not let them use Delay Pain in the first place, it helps Khemet out but it's much less helpful for anyone not in possession of a Ring of Sustenance. Also he still has the lingering ghost of a headache. He can at least use magic without making it worse, though.

He drags himself out of bed at dawn and requests his spells from Abadar; he's very careful to request absolutely nothing else from Abadar. As suggested, he asks for the one for detecting alignment auras this time. 

Day five. Highly inconvenient timing to be fatigue-impaired. Maybe the local magic can do something about it. 

First, though, he somewhat muzzily goes through his notes and then contacts Malduoni with the mirror. 

"Yes?"

"I am now a cleric of Abadar. He also answered some questions I posed to Him. He - allowed me to read Khemet's mind, for additional verification, He thought that it would help us to cooperate and so He was in favour." 

Malduoni, a little like Leareth himself, has a tendency to be still and silent for a moment when startled. Of course, he also does this when he's just thinking, so it's not a perfect tell. 

"I see. And?" 

"Abadar can cooperate. With me. With us. He is - not exactly the god I would choose, could I do so afresh," even in their secure communications he avoids talking about building or becoming gods, "but he is a sufficiently compatible shape. He is not skilled at communicating with humans and so I ought avoid asking him more questions, but I saw enough."

He can provide a very condensed summary of his notes. The prediction about Asmodeus. The shining, portal-filled city. Abadar pinning him down and recognizing him, as a pattern that will walk the paths Abadar prefers, and better paths with more information and resources...

He doesn't especially try to convey the alien godemotions, the pride and affection and reassurance that still hang vividly in his memory, the sacredness in feeling - seen, recognized, understood. That this is a general phenomenon of clerichood is presumably information Malduoni has. 

"And Khemet." 

"He is someone I can work with. Who we can work with. Very well. He...understands us. I would mislike it if I had not seen, myself, that he can be trusted - that he wishes for the same outcomes here..."

Leareth tamps down a fresh welling of confusing emotions. He should really try to figure out what's going on, there. 

Malduoni is silent for a long time. Rebalancing, recalculating. 

"Do you trust my assessment here." 

"You know I do. As though it were my own." A brief, thin smile. 

Leareth smiles as well, just as briefly. 

"I think this will bear weight." 

"And what further weight would you place on it." 

"He would help you cast Contingent Resurrection. If you wished." 

Malduoni is silent for a long time. 

"I will think on it," he says finally. "News of Valdemar?" 

"Not yet." 

"You seem very tired." 

"I will manage." 

"I know. But - make sure you are rested, all right. We must both be at our best." 

"Yes. I am aware." Is he being mother-henned by an alternate-world version of himself. He is, isn't he. 

"Tell me when there is news of your world." 

And Malduoni drops the contact between them. 

Leareth sits on the side of his bed with his head in his hands for a few minutes before jarring himself into motion. Work to be done. Also no more Mindspeaking with gods, his curiosity can wait.

(He is now kind of worried about Khemet, who's apparently talking to Abadar rather a lot these days.) 

Khemet is at this moment reading through diaries of Leareth's first life. The people who retrieved them from Velgarth are welcome to join, of course.

Vanyel will definitely join.