Harsh.

And mostly unfair.

If Cayden didn't know that Abadar was an ancient god and therefore incapable of jokes, he'd suspect him of a dry sense of humor.

"I do think he has a better reputation outside Cheliax." Renzio is dubious as well, Chaotic Good seems such a stupid alignment, but, well, he has already decided to assume everything the teachers say might be lies.

And then Tetula-- takes a deep breath, gets control of herself, focuses.

She is grateful to have cleric powers. She is grateful that her dream boyfriend turned out to exist rather than being a very unrealistic figment of her imagination. These are good things, and she can turn her mind to focus on the good things and ignore everything else. Why would she complain about the exact traits of her dream boyfriend that gives her cleric powers? She should just be happy to have cleric powers at all. 

From Renzio's perspective, Tetula has suddenly become perky and cheerful. "I guess that explains the dream sex! Cayden Cailean is not spending his resources the way a god like Asmodeus would."

Somebody is perhaps having dream sex with Asmodeus but Renzio never wants it to be him.

"They are very different gods! Do you want to try channeling with a tankard picture and see for sure?"

"Sure! --I wonder if I'm going to get pregnant. I'd have to keep it, it'd probably be a sorcerer or an oracle or an aasimar."

"I think realizing you're pregnant is a good reason to make a sudden and unexpected attempt to escape cheliax really. I don't know what my parents were thinking. Maybe they failed and that's when I was brought to the abbey actually, that would make sense."

Tankard drawing?

Tankard drawing! 

Did Renzio have any little cuts or scrapes, by coincidence? Because he doesn't have those anymore. 

He cleared the worst of it when he did his own first channel getting other students out, but he did scrape his hands a bit climbing up to that window.

"That worked! Uh, do you congratulations or commiseration? Buying you a beer once we're free and clear seems appropriate. "

"...I don't really drink."

"I don't really make free and uncoerced bargains either but Abadar chose me anyway. Maybe the beer in Cheliax is as unfathomably awful as their contracts."

"I'm really happy to have cleric powers and to serve my new master!" Tetula chirps. 

"I don't know enough about Caydenite theology to swear to it but I do not think it's a master and slave arrangement?" It's been a while since he read those books. "If we've figured this out though, we should get moving. Anything else you need?"