"Asmodeus has the stronger claim on our souls," says Security firmly.  And then shuts up, it's harder to get in trouble for saying too little.

"And your god has on yours, you're Their cleric. I....have no idea what would happen if Zon Kuthon tried everything He can try, but Asmodeus is stronger than Him."

"I have two more spells.  Fourth-circle abjuration.  Fourth-circle divination.  I'm going to just go ahead and cast those now, in that order.  Maybe one of them sheds some light on things."  Keltham has discarded any senses of oncoming doom because the current situation is more important than feeling doomed about it.

Fourth-circle abjuration, go.

"Spell Immunity," says Security instantly. "Makes you impossible to target with one specific spell of fourth-circle or lower of your choice. - I am not thinking of an obvious spell you're supposed to protect yourself from."

"I'd go scrying if we weren't already unscryable?" Malediction, but they're absolutely not admitting the existence of Malediction. "...yeah, if it's meant for a specific thing rather than just for added protection I don't have a guess what the specific thing is."

The spell is lingering invitingly in the air in front of Keltham, refusing to be flicked free of his fingertips.

Does it take the input "the spell on me right now that's affecting my mind or perceptions" or "the spell that's on me right now"?

The second one works!

"....huh, I didn't know you could target like that."

Keltham realizes he no longer understands what Carissa just said.

It takes him a few moments to remember that one spell that was still on him.

Keltham is an idiot.

Well, he was distracted, but being distractible is part of what being an idiot is all about.

"You definitely gave yourself immunity to something but I don't know exactly what because you didn't specify the spell with the spellform, you specified it -" her fingers are moving without her conscious attention - "did you specify 'the spell effect I already have ongoing' or something -"

Security guy whistles. 

" - literally everything else about this situation is not my specialty but this is."

"Guess who just lost their Share Language spell," Keltham says in Baseline.  "And yeah, sorry, I didn't understand that," some words maybe, but not the sentences of Taldane just yet.

Carissa was pretty chill about the torture but she's awfully disappointed, about Keltham not getting to appreciate her spellcraft. 

" - oh. Well, that's what he did. Do you have Share Languages..."

"....nope, and it wouldn't work on him if I did."

"Tongues."

"No."

"Does anyone else on duty -"

"We're running the duty roster a little thin right now."

Oh. Are they all in a lot of trouble. Probably they are all in a lot of trouble. Carissa isn't even sure what she did but she's sure some of it was very stupid in hindsight. "Can you prep it?"

"Sure thing, I just need an hour. And by then probably six dozen paladins of Iomedae will enter through the sewers while Aroden returns from the dead just to animate all the furniture and make it sing songs." 

If it wasn't meant to negate a spell already cast on him, like a mind-controlling one... in dath ilan, this would be a message to the effect of, think about what spells could be cast on you that you wouldn't want cast on you, maybe.  It's a spell that requires you to know what's coming, forming a requirement of prediction.

Then Keltham catches the word "Iomedae."  That sounds potentially urgent.

Comprehend Languages, gesturing the spell slowly so they can see it.

"Iomedae?" Keltham says after casting; he can hear, now, but can't speak.

Carissa can cast Comprehend Languages too! "Oh good! Uh, your Spell Immunity should wear off in an hour or two and then we can give it to you again."

"I observed some guy mention Iomedae, with possible inferences not ruled out to me including that Iomedae's faction might also attack here, or that it might be invited to likewise oppose Zon-Kuthon; this seemed relatively urgent and was the reason why I cast my Comprehend Languages instead of reserving it further.  Though it's also nice to speak in a language where sensible meanings can be conveyed in shorter codes."  Speaking in Baseline, not just thinking in it, helps reimpose abstraction, which is a form of distance; some part of him was starting to go a little Taldane from speaking it all the time.

"I'll repeat exactly what I said but it was of no such urgency, sorry; Sevar asked if I could prepare Tongues for you and I said 'Sure thing, I just need an hour. And by then probably six dozen paladins of Iomedae will enter through the sewers while Aroden returns from the dead just to animate all the furniture and make it sing songs.', which was not a genuine prediction."

"Iomedae might ally with Asmodeus against Zon-Kuthon for this but it'd be a direct god-negotiation, we can't expedite it. I don't think her faction would attack and the illusion-vision definitely doesn't reference Her faction."

What the guy said containing 'Iomedae' matches the non-understood sounds of the last sentence containing 'Iomedae', near as Keltham remembers.  Fair enough.

"I should've asked whether my earlier interpretation was at all plausible.  Probability distribution over Zon Kuthon attacking here within the next day, next 8 days, next 64 days?"

Security will let Carissa generate numbers for the madman, thank you.

That's good because there are things that are obvious to Carissa that wouldn't have been obvious to her a day ago about the giving-numbers social ritual. Keltham's hypothesis is a useful one for him to be on and she wants to encourage him in it but if she makes it seem too probable then they look stupid for having missed it. Let's say 4%, 10%, 40%, she thinks at Security. 

"Uh, 4%, 10%, 40%."

Given the message from your god. We thought it lower before. 

"Given the message from your god. We thought it lower before."