"...do you want to go hire lawyers."

"Obviously! I am planning to hire lawyers, get a different building in Aktun, and never speak to you again, though my lawyers may occasionally convey requests from yours and if I think what you're doing will endanger my homeland I will kill myself!"

"...gotcha. Wow. I guess I will go find some lawyers who like chocolate or something. Good luck with yours." He's going to just preemptively write up an ad for a lawyer and one for a courier on his computer so he never has to invite the question of whether he's permitted to speak to them aloud and then go around holding up his computer at any interested-looking passersby.

"I would like two thousand Wish-grade diamonds in a single iron box all in unoccupied air on the floor in this room. I intend to exchange them in Aktun for high quality legal counsel and a well-funded events-market on whether the government of Cheliax will be overthrown in the next ten years if I die immediately and if I live ten more years."

"I have actually no idea what the special incantations are that make it so I can know that what you say reliable and complete as opposed to unreliable and incomplete, even if there definitely have to be some because a magic spell says you're Lawful, which I'm not even confident is a valid inference. Also even if I wanted to give them to you saying you'd like something doesn't constitute permission."

"You have permission to make me a single iron box with two thousand Wish diamonds in it on the floor of this room where I can see it in unoccupied space."

Cam thinks about it for a minute, and then says, "Maybe later." And he goes on waving his advertisements around.

"Sixty seconds, or I kill myself. Or you render me unconscious, get kicked out of Aktun for it, the Church of Abadar passes the Church of Asmodeus my revocation of my participation in Worldwound related efforts if I'm unconscious, and they kill me. I am sincerely grateful, Cam, for the lesson in why Chaotic Good is not possible to work with towards shared interests."

"- yeah no. I think it's better if I go home than if you have two thousand Wish diamonds with which to do whatever the fuck you want when you're not even giving me time to let a lawyer check your assurances about what they're for, that screams fuckery. It's been real. EXCUSE ME IF ANYONE CAN EMERGENCY DO SOME COURIERING I CAN PROBABLY PAY YOU ABOVE MARKET BUT IT'S COMPLICATED."

"I have never used your resources against your interests. This entire time I have only used your powers to do exactly what I said I'd do. You are the one who has been gleefully betraying me left right and center while I just tried, like a complete idiot, to only do things in the intersection of our interests. If you want a Truth Spell about the diamonds, I'll give you a couple minutes to hire one even though I bet you're using it to betray me some more."

"OR A TRUTH SPELL WOULD ALSO BE COOL," he obligingly hollers.

KOFUSACHI I AM KIND OF WEDGED????

Aktun has excellent between-building soundproofing. 

"I swear to you, for whatever that's worth, that I really only want the diamonds to hire lawyers and learn whether my being alive is going to cause the destruction of everything that matters to me. I am fine with putting them into some kind of Aktun trust account that can only be used for that. 

...I'm not fine with waiting, because I can't confidently expect my interests aren't losing out while I wait."

"I have no idea what the lawyer market here looks like. I note you didn't offer to let me have any of the diamonds for my own lawyers, or even offer to hire one for me if you didn't want me handling the diamonds, and I have no reason to believe that there aren't Hell-sympathetic law firms in Axis who might, given such a windfall, spend them having been paid them in some unfortunate way. I am not fine with having minutes in which to decide all on my own whether to give you two thousand wish diamonds because a divination I learned existed yesterday says you historically haven't been the kind to break your word unless I am misunderstanding that which I probably am. I'm only here to help people. If I'm going to make it worse, because you're not going to let me think, or get outside opinions, or in general act like not your accessory, then I might as well be home. If I can't improve on the status quo I will go home and play the violin. All this betrayal you have been talking about is correspondence. I want to correspond with people who can help me figure out if I can do that, and if I can't, if I might be accidentally blundering my way into giving two thousand Wish diamonds to the Devils And Diabolists Law Firm Partnership which gets tax kickbacks for buying Maledictions or some shit - I could be home not hurting anybody."

"I let you talk to people! I'd have let you talk to more people! The problem is that you said no fuckery."

"Whatever. Go home. Play the violin. I hate you and I hope Asmodeus lets me keep hating you forever."

There is a knock at the door.

Cam opens it. "Hi talk fast."

The woman at the door could be Carissa's ethnicity, maybe. 

"Abadar and I have now put up a Time Stop," she says, not in fact speaking particularly fast. "No plans are unfolding, no one is benefitting, no one is losing, no one is committing suicide. - if you still want to at the end of this interaction I will not at that point stop you."

"And who are you."

Oh good? Probably Kofusachi poked Abadar and whoever this is? If she's saying 'Abadar and I' probably a god or demigod of some sort.

"With your permission," she says to Cam about the door. If she can come in, then she will do that. 

And when the door has closed, and some greater brighter magic than the protections they already paid for has flared around it -

"I am Iomedae, Lawful Good ascended goddess of war and triage, though this was paid for by a number of interested parties. This is - really not the sort of thing that happens very often."

Carissa wants to angrily glare but she's way too intimidated for that and also in fact being distracted by the fact the woman does, actually, look like a Chelish person (and was, once, a Chelish person), though of course now she is a god and Carissa isn't sure gods care if once they were Chelish people.

(Some gods do but She is not, actually, one of the gods that do.)

Cam lets her in. He collapses on a certified fuckery-free sofa he made a while ago and drops his face into his hands. "Nice to meet you, thanks for coming," he mumbles. "I'm Cam."