"Sure! But I'd help you regardless. I don't want anyone to be in Cheliax."

"I appreciate it but it's-" he scrunches up his nose a bit, "-against my principles to ask other people to do things against their self-interest. Not without finding a way to pay them enough to make up for it, so we're both better off. I feel like charity is maybe okay, if you think of it as buying something good you want? But you're Evil so that doesn't really apply."

"Fair enough!" Tetula says. "Nephthys, huh. I do think I remember drinking with my dream boyfriend... do you know what her holy symbol is?"

"Baskets? A basket on a castle or something? Sorry, there wasn't a picture in the book I read about her in."

"How good of a hiding place are your guys in? I'm not sure if we should figure out my holy symbol before we go. Do you have a key?"

"They're fine for right now, security doesn't actually patrol inside the school much once you're out of the dungeons. They might do something dumb if we leave them there for an hour, but I think they're fine for another fifteen minutes." He adjusts his grip on the windowsill. "I've got my room key. Mind if I come in if we're going to be here longer?"

"Oh, um. Sorry. Yes. --wait, no, you should get far enough away that I can try different holy symbols and figure out which god I have, so that I can channel negative and do Inflicts when we're running away." She finishes packing.

"Sure." He doesn't want to just hang out on a window for fifteen minutes. "I'll be at the base of the tree on the other side of the courtyard for the next fifteen minutes, then if I don't see you wave or anything I'll climb back up."

"But you're the one who knows all the gods! --Climb down and then I'll climb down and then I can stand thirty feet away from you."

"Oh, sure! I thought you'd be digging around in your room for oddments to try as focuses." He'll clamber around, his path going diagonal down the wall until he reaches a crack that provides at least one useful handhold. The kid isn't very strong but he's got a great reach.

Tetula climbs down after him! Climbing is fun!

"I think you can just sketch on a piece of paper, right?"

"I guess? I usually see priests use a twist of metal at least. I lucked out." He holds up the contents of his pockets and there's around a half-dozen copper coins, a marble, a piece of dried fruit, and importantly a couple of keys on a ring. "Should I just draw as many symbols as I can remember and you go through them one by one?"

"That sounds good. You should check that you can channel with the key too, just to be on the safe side."

"I already did. Luka was hurt on the way out, he fell and wasn't in a good way. I took a risk, but- it felt pretty sure to me. I channel positive." He'll start sketching design after design, in a fair artistic hand. Some of them he does multiple versions of, usually because he remembers what's in the symbol but not how it's arranged, like whether Nephthys' basket is on top of the castle or under it or behind it. He'll hand her the first page once it's full of a dozen patterns, helpfully marked with the name.

Bastet, a cat.

Nalinivati, a snake coiled on a flower.

Belial, a devil's mask.

Calistria, three daggers.

Dachzerul, a smile in the dark.

Droskar, a fire under an arch.

Grandmother Spider, a diamond of eight threads.

Laivatiniel, a chain-wrapped rattle.

Mestama, an eye atop three stones.

Nephthys, a basket atop a building.

She folds the paper so that she is brandishing one unambiguous drawing per channel attempt and attempts to channel for each.

Facepalm.

"It's not any of these. Very obscure demon lord?"

"I have some more but not that many. Checking our assumptions. How sure are you of Chaotic or Evil, here? Maybe you wound up True Neutral and I should be checking a Good god." He frowns. "If it was an obscure demon lord they should know you need a hint. Did you get, like, a sense of domains? I was thinking of trade and wealth and prosperity," and being anywhere but Cheliax, but that goes without saying " and that just got reinforced."

"He... wants me to be happy and joyful and strong and free. And he wants me to be able to get out of here."

"Tetula, that doesn't sound like any demon lord I've ever heard of. Maybe Nocticula." Here's a moon with a pointed crown. "It's not going to be Nocticula."

She tries it. It's not Nocticula. "He asked before clericing me. He wouldn't have clericed me if I hadn't wanted him to." She purses her lips as she tries to explain something. "And he's like-- you know how the wizard school has a hierarchy that fits into the broader wizard hierarchy which fits into the hierarchy of everyone in Cheliax which fits into a hierarchy of everyone who serves Asmodeus, and in principle you could put all the servants of Asmodeus into a big line and then you would know, for everyone who serves Asmodeus, who they're allowed to hurt and boss around, and who they must obey and be hurt by."

"Yeah. So?" Scarmignione, a crossbow.

"He's the opposite of that. It feels like-- he's my friend and we're equals, and it just happens that he can appear in my dreams and give me superpowers and that I need his help, but that's a coincidence, it could have been the other way. --I thought he wasn't real, just... a happy story my brain was telling me. People aren't like that, really. Especially if they're powerful."

"Yeah that's not a demon lord and that's not Evil, or even Neutral. A masculine god that shows up in sex dreams and wants you to be free and happy who got you drunk once oh Abadar I'm an idiot that's the drunk god that's Cayden Cailean. Tankard but any cup might do." Renzio's been stepping close enough to hand her new sketches before retreating to a safe distance, but comes in close again, close enough to put a hand on her shoulder. "Tetula. You're a Good person. And we're getting you out of this country."

Before she can stop herself, Tetula says, "the drunk? The completely inept and useless drunk who ascended to godhood on impulse? The god of wasting your entire life drinking in bars without ever accomplishing anything worthy of being proud of? The best argument for the inevitable defeat of Good? That Cayden Cailean???"