" - while we're here requesting your help," Isavel says, hesitantly, because the woman makes her nervous, but for all she knows maybe the temple of Nethys has eight handcuffs like hers, or Nefreti knows a permanent geas, or - well, something -
"Huh," she says before Isavel actually asks the question. "I can fix that. With another Gate, I think, so not today. But - tomorrow."
"That would be very easy."
She waves her hand and whisks the body through a Gate that closes almost instantly. "Tea?"
Isavel is speechless.
And somewhere else a very long way away, a man in an underground bunker north of some icebound mountains is woken by a panicked mage and a very loud alarm.
:Coming. What is it:
Five minutes later Leareth has looked up the relevant information and solved the puzzle of which out of several dozen warded records locations is the one where mysterious powerful magic happened very briefly and then stopped, and now he's scrying it. Is anything unusual going on there.
There is a person! They look pretty thoroughly restrained and like they're either dead or just not very optimistic that moving would be a good idea.
...Well, if they're dead they've been that way for at least five minutes, probably, in which case it's too late for a Healer to do anything.
Leareth takes another two minutes, still holding the scry, to review the notes-log on what his wards picked up. Definitely not a Gate. Not Fetching. Not just no known transport magic - he doesn't recognize it at all - all of his intuitions are saying that magic shouldn't and can't look like that...
This situation is intensely frustrating.
He casts a mage-light at a distance, to see if very bright light wakes the restrained person.
Person shifts a bit and then reconsiders this and goes back to not doing anything.
Sigh. Gating in there seems - definitely not entirely safe, but having an unknown person brought by unknown magic to one of his personal records locations is, one, an alarmingly hostile and also very baffling act by someone - or something, or some Power - and, two, not a situation he wants to let continue.
He calls one of his mages over. :If I share my scry with you, can you Gate there:
Leareth sighs. :If I give you the location on a map as well?:
Getting this arranged, and arranging for Leareth to be elsewhere and on the other side of many shields from the mage he's volunteered for this task, takes another few minutes.
This is not surprising enough to warrant a change to her policy of not doing things except vaguely praying that someone will make a mistake somewhere and she'll go to Hell when she dies.
No! She is in good health. Shockingly good health, actually, there's something going on like she has significantly more life force than normal people.
She has something a little but not precisely like the thoughtsensing shield perfectly ordinary people get if they're mindread a ton, so much their mind starts to instinctively react to it. It's possible to sort of go around that, though.
She is trying to figure out what is going on. The paladins said that they'd asked Nefreti Clepati in Sothis for a Gate to Outer Sohaibek and that she was able to do something about Carissa, too, though she hadn't said what. She knows...almost nothing about Nefreti Clepati except that she's literally insane. So this is, presumably, an insane person's solution to the problem of Carissa. It involves being conscious, apparently, so she likes it so far, and she should stop panicking and trying to figure out what's going on. (The paladins probably have a rule about how bad it could get? No, they were fine with maybe marrying her off, and it doesn't get much worse than that...)
This...does not actually, especially, answer the question of what in all hells is going on! In fact, Leareth has about fifty more questions now.
:Check if she is Gifted: he sends.