"My god gave me a nonconsensual mindreading spell?!  Carissa -"  He almost tells her to fight it off, for Civilization's sake -

- but this could be about building trust, if his god knows that he knows that they weren't expecting it -

"- you can let me read your desires if you're okay with it, Carissa, I don't see your job as requiring this.  Security neither."

"It's not exactly mind-reading, and I don't mind." The spell says that Carissa wants to be like Contessa Lrilatha and wants to be a powerful wizard and wants to invent the Lawful Evil version of dath ilani teachings and bring them to every child in Cheliax and get rich and famous for it.

       
(Security wants to get out of this whole mess alive or at least with all his possessions restored post-Resurrection, and to meet his new daughter.)

(They picked which Security very strategically.)

That's... not absolute evidence, but it's evidence, if they don't have easy ways to fake that too.  He wishes it hadn't been obtained at that kind of cost.  "I have another third-circle divination which looked a lot like that one, though not identical.  You -"

"- I can't say it's not important but Civilization would correctly kick me out if I pressured you into this."

Carissa appreciates having had all day to think about what to say to him. "Keltham - in a way, it's a gift, right? I want you to feel safer trusting me, I want you to have a real reason to."

He casts the spell, now and without further quibbling, because it means less the more time they have to prepare, and if he's going to do it, he may as well get as much trust from it as he can.

Carissa is scared of being turned into a statue and buried deep beneath the ground so she never gets an afterlife until the stone wears away after millions of years and maybe the universe is destroyed before then!!! That's it, that's the only thing. 

Security is scared of fucking this up and dying/getting Keltham killed/getting fired and then having the kids think he's a loser.

"I saw," Keltham says, and dismisses the spell's continuation with an almost violent act of will, more than a simple absence of concentration.  "It's off."

"Thank you."

He can think of things to say to Carissa, about what she's afraid of, but - but later - and only if she doesn't tell him to forget he ever saw it.

"Fourth-circle abjuration," he says instead.  "Ready?"  Keltham sort of wants this over.

"Go."

Cast.

"- don't recognize it, but lasts two hours per caster circle, protective against enchantments, might also do something else?"

"...is somebody going to try to enchant me when I go outside the Forbiddance?  Then why would my god - suggest that I go outside in the first place..."

Well, obviously his god could be trying to protect him against internal-adversary enchantments too, from somebody who wasn't Carissa and probably not this security guard either??

...Or his god could be telling him to go outside and spring a trap on purpose instead of waiting for it to go off???

Keltham really wishes he had a much better sense of what was normal for Golarion.

"Next up, unfamiliar second-circle divination with touch target, I am going to tap myself with it, be prepared to hit me with a dispel if I yell or fall over."

"Ready," says Security.

Spellboop.

A city, by the standards of Keltham's world not even a particularly tall one, but a beautiful one, with rising golden spires and rooftop parks and flying gondolae and people on their busy way through shining streets, about half of them human and many of those who aren't things much stranger. 

"It's - I'm seeing into a different high-tech planet, one that isn't dath ilan - definite magitech, not just tech - wide variety of aliens, I wish I had some way of showing them to you -"

And then Keltham runs out of ability to speak.  There's an almost painful wrenching at his heart, a sudden manifestation of the reverence and faith that a dath ilani feels when watching a personnel launch to the Moon base, but stronger than Keltham has ever felt it, this is the dream, what Civilization wants to be when it grows up, only something beyond that, something that only appears in science fiction movies, because dath ilan knows with high probability that they won't run into any aliens for another half to two billion years.  But if that wasn't true, if somehow it wasn't true and the explanation for why the aliens hadn't already appeared, wasn't anything bad, if somehow the aliens weren't already as unimaginably advanced as dath ilan will be in another hundred million years, but only equals, then this would be that place, the dream, a symbol that can't exist, of dozens of species existing together in peace.

And - commerce.

He doesn't know how he knows, that the flying gondolae were bought and not just given away, but he knows it.  It's not because they couldn't make enough to give away, but because people doing things to benefit one another and be benefited in return is something holy in itself, to them.

It lasts a very long, very short time, and then it ends.

He's crying.  Not really much of a surprise there.  Not what his gendertrope says to do in front of Carissa except in private, but drop table gendertropes.

"What spell was that?" Keltham says, when it stops feeling improper to speak.  He thinks he knows, obviously, but he wants to hear them say it.

"Early Judgment. Shows - the afterlife you'd go to, if you died now."

"Do afterlives here - are they known to draw from many planets, many planes with different sapient lifeforms -"  He's trying not to jump too fast to the obvious conclusion, that his god isn't from around here any more than Keltham himself is.

They planned this out too but that's not the question they were expecting. "They draw from the other Golarion sapients, but - not from other places, that I've ever heard of -"

Right.  Nonhumans here too.  He'll try describing one of the aliens he saw, maybe.  He'll remember - that one, that was a pretty striking one.  "I'll see if I can manage to learn Silent Image tomorrow, that's probably my top-priority first-circle wizard spell, and show you one of the aliens to see if it's already known."  He wouldn't guess it to be known, but it sure is the sort of situation where he can be wrong.

Carissa very dearly wishes she could read his mind, right now. "Yeah, sounds good. Tomorrow. ...is that all your spells?"

"I've - got two of the Early Judgment, maybe it would give me a glimpse of somebody else's afterlife, if that's okay - again, I realize that's a pretty personal thing -"

Not how the spell works, thankfully, it only shows the subject. "Go ahead. - though actually I think that it might just show the person touched. But you could try?"