"I wouldn't say that murdering a lot of people in an invasion and then again to make a god seems like the most logical response to a person thinking death is bad." 

"...what would the most logical response be?"

"I'm not sure! I...guess I'd have to think about it. I probably wouldn't try to fight the gods about it, if that's what he's doing. Why does he even think he can succeed at this, anyway?" 

"It does seem rather.... pathetic, doesn't it. But - people say we're like ants, to the gods, and ants can kill people, if they play their cards right. And maybe he'll really just be a tool in one god's plan to undermine another one, that's how it often goes when people think they're defying Hell, but - if we get an afterlife out of it that seems like a success, right."

"- Goodness, 'pathetic' is not the word I would have chosen there at all. Megalomaniac?" Savil frowns. "...The lack of afterlife must seem a lot more egregious to you. Being used to having one. It's - just the way things are, here." 

"If you're accustomed to thinking that if you're not stupid you have forever, then it's - a lot to lose. I guess if you've always known you'll just die one day and be gone then you get used to that."

"Yes, I imagine so. It's - hard to guess, whether I'd feel any differently about this plan of his if I'd grown up in your world." Lancir frowns at her. "What do you reckon Iomedae's people would think of it? Er, that's the Lawful Good one, right." 

"I expect they'd be against, I don't think you can get Good if you murder innocent people."

...Lancir nods.

"I see. I...think that's all our questions for right now, I'm sure we'll think of more. Er, do you have any for us?" 

"Is it all right if I do magic, not on other people obviously?"

"You need to do magic even just in order to talk to us, right? I think, yes, we're fine with that, but it would be good if you warned us when you're planning to. We're - a bit twitchy, right now." 

"I understand. I can warn someone. I don't think there's anything else."

"Thank you. We - appreciate your being willing to come back down and talk with us." 

"I can get you set up with a guest room here," Savil offers. And then adds in Mindspeech: :Van still wants to talk to you. Apparently: 

:I’d be happy to talk to him. Now?:

:Probably not right this second, I'll show you to your room and tell him where it is and he can, um, head over once he's gotten himself prepared for it?: 

:Sure.: She’s nervous but she’s not sure why.

Savil shows her to the guest room. 

It's - small, and drafty, and very clearly less nice than what guests in the palace in Cheliax would be offered, but it's...fine. There's a bed, and a desk, and a chamber-pot in the corner. 

Well, she's not going to complain about her quarters, though even if Valdemar is poorer than Cheliax it's actually odd for their palace to be notably much worse, that doesn't take a ton of money.

:Thank you.: 

:You're welcome: 

Savil gets her settled, shows her how to ring the bell to call a servant if she needs anything, and then heads off, leaving her alone except for a bird determinedly pecking at something on the windowsill. 

Which might or might not be - no, that's not how the local magic works -

She puts her possessions away and paces and then takes notes on magic experiments to do later.

And a while later, there's a very tentative knock on the door. 

She goes and gets it. Tries to think at him, :I will need to cast Tongues to understand you.:

:Um, all right: Vanyel is holding himself very tense, but looks more curious than miserable. 

She steps back from him and casts Tongues on herself. It is clearly using a lot of magical power to do something totally incomprehensible but it's also clearly doing it to her whatever it is.