"It'll have to be in this solar system unless you want to give us a ride, my shuttle doesn't go that fast."

" - I can absolutely give you a ride if you have in mind a planet that'd be good outside this solar system. And a diamond. But I do expect this results in the Church of Asmodeus assassinating Carissa via Wish in fairly short order, so it doesn't really solve your problems. Conceivably you could negotiate their nonintervention in exchange for going away and promising not to come back, though I'd actually be pretty saddened by your having to promise that."

"It would be unfortunate, particularly if Golarion actually has more problems than the typical planet in this universe." Peanut gallery, triage some planets for him pretty please, he hopes you are having fun with all this background research. "Could keep in mind the option of, like, going and working on another planet for a few months or something, give everybody time to draw up contracts or whatever?"

"Yeah, if you get a commitment out of Cheliax to not have you Wish-assassinated while you're on another planet, then going to another planet for several months seems plausibly a good next step." Morgethai shrugs. "Or not. Lastwall is a better resource on what kinds of arrangements with Cheliax might be attainable, and they and the Church of Abadar are both better resources on what the gods are up to. I personally try to give the gods enough distance that we can have a civil sort of relationship, instead of tripping over each other and growing to resent each other."

"Kofusachi seemed awesome in our thirty seconds of acquaintance, though he did give me such a headache, but I don't want to do it regularly for the same reason I lined my skull with lead."

"Kofusachi does seem like someone you'd get along with."

"Abundance." Jazz hands. "Carissa, are we good to talk to some Abadarans, do you care which Abadarans, I don't think they all live in Osirion if the sexism is going to be awful. Or you could let me pay them to stop being sexist! I wonder what the price on that would be."

" - if they'll quote you a price for it sure, why not, let's do it. I'm not done writing a negotiation proposal, that only takes five minutes if you're sure no one's going to care much about the details. You can get me a stack of similar negotiation proposals, if you want me to work faster."

Can the peanut gallery tell him where to find such things?

Yeah, there's plenty of those. Some of these people are literally religious about negotiations and treaties.

He scrolls through the options. "Temos Sevandivasen? Lives in Absalom, should be nice and cosmopolitan and speak Taldane."

"That name isn't Taldane." It doesn't even matter; she has Tongues."...it's still not safe to go near Absalom, so how do you propose we do this exactly?"

"I'm maybe presuming a bit on Ms. Morgethai's willingness to be a shuttlebus."

"I'm not, in fact, made out of ninth circle spell slots, but I can bring a few people by here - or, you know what would be more convenient and involve less worrying about how they'll breathe -" She puts up a Magnificent Mansion, which to Cam just looks like a glimmery doorway in midair. "I'll attune something to this, and then people I've granted access can get here on their own."

Attuning a fork for a demiplane is supposed to take a full day. Felandriel Morgethai hands off a little metal rod to Gallipsiwhoop, which flies into the mansion and then flies out, and that's that. There might have been time for her to cast one spell through her familiar.

Carissa wants to be a ninth circle wizard when she grows up.

If she grows up. Which is unlikely.

"You have terms for Temos?"

"I am still working on it." Irritably; pressuring someone to rush written terms is a legibly hostile thing to do, unlike everything else the Chaotic Good people do around her which is only illegibly hostile.

"He's an Abadaran. If you didn't get them right he'll patiently point out all the problems and propose mutually agreeable revisions."

"That is indeed why I am talking to him first and not Lastwall." But all of them just want Carissa to make a mistake, the superficial friendliness notwithstanding.

Carissa has already made lots of mistakes but they can wait a few minutes. Cam asks the peanut gallery if the explosions are helping at the worldwound or if they're just driving the surviving demons nuts such that they're inconveniencing people.

This is the kind of thing that's really hard to conjure for. Demons are doing stuff but you need a lot of conjuring to arrive at a guess about whether it's any different from what they're usually doing. Probably it's ...a bit different?

He will hold off till the results are in on that.

Well, Carissa is going to take a full half hour composing her terms, and by then it looks like the main thing the demons have done in response to baffling bombardment is to disperse. Some of them are attacking the fortresses but not...more than usual...is Hell's crowdsourced best guess.