"There's professionals, but they can't do magic, just - set bones, pull teeth, that sort of thing."

"Then if you're evil enough to summon a devil and we can get a bit of their blood or some unholy water that's what we should be selling, is infernal healing. It's in my spellbook. Places that have clerics never want it but if they don't then they'll be in the same boat as Cheliax, and it sold fine there. ...also lots of places don't want it because they just assume devils are their enemy but I don't think they have that concept here."

"They do not. You'll have to cast it, I don't have second level spells yet and first level only gets fiendish animals, you'll be able to get a lemure or a damned soul. Unless fiendish animal works? What's the spec?" He flips through her spellbook.

"Devil's blood or unholy water, we used unholy water at home but I don't think there's a way to get it without a cleric." Glance at Asmodia. "I think a lemure will work but a fiendish animal won't."

"They don't have a trade in powdered silver."

"Figures. My weapons enchanting is pretty much useless too, what with them not having the materials for it."

"Afraid so. But maybe the lemure will be able to pass up a report."

"Copy it for me and I'll give it a try."

"Mm-hm."

He copies all his spells down.

And she prepares spells for the day, and tries to use Summon Devil at second-circle to get a lemure.

This does not work.

Huh. The spell felt like it should've worked. She burns another spell slot trying again.

No devil.

She reports this.

Daron, preparing Prestidigitation out of her book, frowns. "Huh. I can try again for a fiendish rat? The dolphin was neutral but I summoned it in advance of the business with the babies." He tries summoning a rat.

The rat is neutral.

"It would - make sense - for us to be - too far away? Given - Asmodeus not answering, and given -"

The thought briefly flashes across her mind that maybe someone just made her with delusional memories but - she has third-circle spells, which it looks like people can't be made with. And she was clothed.

" - I think Hell might be ....even farther away than worlds usually are," she finishes.

Asmodia is far too well made to cry but she's not really focusing on what's in front of her at the moment.

Daron takes it better. "Seems likely."

"I'm sorry."

"You had to try," says Asmodia. And then, "Predicated on this assumption I don't believe you need me for anything." She gets up and heads for the door.

"I - we don't know for sure yet -"

"I'm not going to stop trying. But if what I'm going to be doing - what I am suited for - is praying to what will most likely be no effect on any given day, they have a monastery for that here. I am going to go and express my gratitude for their discovery that I could swallow," says Asmodia levelly. "I am going to tell them that I am eager to devote the rest of my life to contemplation and prayer. I believe they will find room for me and you will be under no obligation to divert any resources to feeding me while I'm unfit to make any contribution. I will be easy to find if you learn anything and you can update me with your contact information as your plans develop."

"- that makes sense. I - will do whatever I can. I'm sorry."

"You had to try," repeats Asmodia, and she lets herself out.

Daron, presumably, does not get why she is saying stupid things and being very upset at all, because she did not make him with all of her own personal deficiencies. 

It's weird that she mostly feels devastated for Asmodia rather than about not being able to give this place to Asmodeus. Probably it is because humans are badly designed and can only really comprehend human-scale triumphs and losses. She cannot understand Asmodeus but she can understand Asmodia, and -

- she is crying. "Sorry," she says to Daron. "Probably it'll be, like, an hour."

"What will?" asks Daron. "The crying?"