Karasauriu waves. "Hi! I'm Karasauriu and I'm interested in immigrating through someone else's door, may I ask you questions about your world?"

The orange quadruped laughs. "Oh, sure, Haven City welcomes immigrants and tourists alike to our balmy subtropical climate chock-full of high-tech conveniences like chipped yakow and killer robots."

"…killer robots. Lovely. If I want to be chased by murderers I can just go home!"

"Fortunately, I and my sidekick have probably destroyed most of them. Oh, and there's other options! Spargus is open about existing these days and does not have any killer robots, so far, and all you have to do to become a citizen is win three arena deathmatches against other people with hopes and dreams just like you."

"You know, my home door only has two people chasing me? But they do seem to be working together. Golly, decisions decisions." Karasauriu looks fake-contemplative. This person is clearly having some kind of fun, even if it's just ranting.

"You're being chased by two people at once? I can hardly imagine! You poor deprived person. Come visit our wasteland and get chased by fifty."

"It's getting better."

"Hey, if you want you can come home through my door, where people who seem perfectly trustworthy one day just have their soul destabilize a bit and try to kill you the next, and the nearby lake is only half-assembled so if you sail a boat through it the bottom may turn to chalk and dissolve!"

Security seems to be seriously considering it.

"I think I'll pass. I have learned my lesson and I'll be properly grateful for Haven City from now on. Probably."

"Ah, alright. You're still invited if you want, admission is for the price of 'you gotta help me fight off my ex-employers and leave the stupid cave complex', I'd take the lead on any non-fighty bits of that second part."

"Tell us about your ex-employers."

"Two guys, good metal armor and good swords, good with swords, nothing particularly fancy going on there."

"We can handle that. What happened?"

"The Church of Tsukiyo got concerned about activity in some caverns under a mountain. They sent two paladins, those are champions of various good things, off to investigate, and then it turned out there were traps down there, so the paladins hired me. Before we figured out what was going on, the paladins just sort of … spontaneously gave up paladinhood to try to kill me, and then I ran for it and ended up here."

The two of them share a meaningful glance of some kind.

"I think we've had more than enough of - that - already."

"Sounds like they need our help."

"…I'm not sure what you're alluding to but if you can make them saner I'm sure I'd appreciate it! I can hold the door for you."

"I don't know if I can make them saner but I bet whatever happened to them isn't expecting me."

"Probably isn't! Meet me by the door when your shift ends?"

"See you then."

"Thank you so much!"

Karasauriu heads back into the main bar area, looking happier, and borrows some books and buys some paper off Bar to make copies of miscellaneous plausibly-useful-to-her-world information.

Saira, meanwhile, does some threat modeling.

An all-encompassing deception with arbitrary deceptive abilities would be really stupid. This is not a sensible thing to present Saira with to get her to accomplish some concrete magical goal. It would make more sense to look normal and hire her.

There are aliens. There are magics beyond the twelve. They either can't or won't just fake something less weird than this.

Unless they just want to fuck with her and have no broader plan but how's she supposed to defend against that? She is going to ignore that possibility.

All of Griffie and Bar and Cinlirina and Jim can't be working together in an all-encompassing deception.

Options:

Every last one of them is being totally honest. (Maybe. There aren't any inconsistencies, anyway.)

Griffie is honest but Bar and Cinlirina and Jim aren't. (Then Griffie's wrong about being able to tell if people are lying by looking at them. Which, well, it's not a thing she'd have guessed you could do, anyway...)

Bar is honest but no one else - no. Bar corroborates Griffie's story. Unless there is a real Griffie but this is Charon in disguise?

Bar and Griffie are honest but Cinlirina and Jim aren't. Why would Cinlirina start lying to her? Has Cinlirina even said anything that wasn't verifying Bar and Griffie's claims? But okay. And Jim could be... what, plotting to torture people, and stuff? That still just sounds like a normal thing that a normal person would do. Maybe Jim is Charon in disguise? Maybe Cinlirina is Jim in disguise, in addition to Jim, who is Jim not-in-disguise?

Everyone except Jim is honest - close to the same as the last one.

Cinlirina is and no one else is - Cinlirina corroborated a lot of things they said but not everything.

Jim is and no one else is - she doesn't even know anything specifically from Jim.

Bar and Cinlirina? Then Griffie's deceiving both of them and probably Charon in disguise or something, and Jim is... who knows. Jim could be working with Griffie, or not working with Griffie...

...Maybe she can eliminate some possibilities.

"Hey, Bar? Do you vouch for the people you hire?"

A napkin appears. "I do not hire people who I believe will fail to perform their duties or abuse their positions. However, I make no guarantees of their behavior in other contexts."