"Broom accepts this."

Keltham casts his truth spell.  The mysterious symbol flashes into existence on the forehead of "Broom".

"Who are you?  Say it again."

"This one is Broom.  This one is the chosen of a secret Lawful Neutral god who tries to prevent giant messes."

"Can you tell me why your god is a secret god, or is the reason why your god is secret itself a secret?"

"The reason is also secret," Broom says.  "Broom apologizes again."

"What constitutes a giant mess?  If all the other countries get scared of Cheliax and start threatening violence unless Cheliax shuts down this project, is that a giant mess by your standards?"

Broom momentarily considers whether to answer this truthfully, before realizing that answering 'no' implies that the messes are even larger, which is not a direction in which he wants Keltham's thoughts going.  "A mess is a mess," Broom says.  "My god decides."

"What do you do if you determine that I'm about to make a giant mess?"

Stab you before you can destroy the world.  "Tell my god.  Tell the great wizards."

(By 'great wizards', Broom of course means great wizards like the one in the room right there next to him; that is as great as a wizard gets from a slave's perspective.)

"Would you rather we converse in some other language?  I've got a Comprehend Languages and your speech patterns suggest you're not a native speaker of Taldane."

Broom's speech patterns are for avoiding offense and punishment.  "Taldane is good for Broom."

"Do you know who my god is?"

Aspexia Rugatonn told Broom some of what was known about Keltham, cleric of Abadar.  "No," Broom lies again.

"Really.  You'd think Lawful Neutral gods, of all the kinds of gods there are, would coordinate more with each other."

Broom genuinely does not understand this.  "My god may know your god.  I do not know your god."

"Do you know what could be preventing my god from contacting me directly?"

Otolmens.  Asmodeus.  "Broom does not know.  Broom is not wise in the ways of gods.  Broom only serves one."

Were you watching myself and Carissa before?  Keltham doesn't ask it, although the thought of being watched while he was hurting Carissa seems like far more of an intimate violation than being spied on during ordinary sex.  He doesn't ask because that part is a personal issue and this is about world-scale interfactional treaties...

He actually is feeling wounded about that violation of privacy, injured, angry if it was true.  Huh, imagine that.  Well, Keltham is not Good and he is allowed to do something about pursuing his own interests here.

"I'm not really happy with this version of the spying thing," Keltham says.  "How about if, from now on, you monitor my lessons openly, or don't show up at all?  And my god won't have to give me more revealing-hidden-people spells, and we won't have to burn effort on opposing each other."

"Broom supposes there is little reason to remain hidden from you, now that you know Broom is here.  Broom was told that others are not to know of Broom, however."

"I'm not comfortable with you spying on my students either," Keltham says.  "And I do have the power to reveal you to them, if my god grants me the same spell again, or I could just tell them outright what I already learned about you, if nobody wants to explain detailed treaties and reasons otherwise to me.  My proposal is that there's just an unexplained very short person in the lessons, and I say that I sort of know why you're there but it's not going to be explained."

"Broom cannot make this decision on his own.  Broom will consult with the great wizards of Cheliax and pray to his god."

Good to know the great wizards are paying any attention.  "Fine.  You've got 24 hours to let me know about a decision or update me about why it's taking longer, and meanwhile I don't expect you to be hidden around spying."

Broom bows again and turns to go.  He is neither shaking nor sweating; whatever comes of this, he is very unlikely to be burned over and over for it, unless it merits Aspexia Rugatonn coming back to allow that.

Keltham will spend a few moments breathing, trying to get over the shock of adrenaline followed by the shock of wounding, when he realized that, if this person was here at all, it was probably because that person was following him and Carissa around, spying on private moments.

Keltham was, in retrospect, much more aggressive than he should have been, with an interfactional representative of another god like that, one who has treaties with Cheliax, but it's been a long time since this kind of twisting thread of anger has run through him.

"I should ask what you can be authorized to know," says Security, and fills the room briefly with glitter, checking there aren't more invisible people, and then heads out behind Broom.