also isn't that illegal? Because of how it's a mindreading spell? It's kind of like invisibly spying on women in the bath!

Tap the wizard with a truthspell afterwards to check if they crossed over into reading minds instead of Detecting Intelligence.

Seems like it would be used by assassins, and convicts on the run, and so on. 

Could require some sort of recognizable individualized outer mask, so long as it didn't reveal sex, and then somebody with an unfamiliar mask could raise as many alarm bells as an unfamiliar face.

...that sounds neat, actually. Some women would really like that, ones who don't want to marry or are terrified of childbearing or whatever. It'd be expensive to set up but maybe self-sustaining once it was set up. The church of Sarenrae might agree to administer it. 

Osirion's probably going to get some new factories soon.  Keltham will push this, if it's what the women of Osirion actually want of him and Osirion, and think is worth trying.

Yeah, they all know someone who'd probably go for that if it existed. ...and it reduces the marriage competition for everyone else.

...and when he's done in the courtyard he'll just pay over a gold piece to everyone there, that he hasn't paid already, since they were also speaking, and a further gold to the oldest woman.

It's not the Good effectivelyaltruistic thing to do, but money in that quantity is meaningless to him now and he may as well use it any time it cheers himself up at least a little, to make people happier for having traded with him.  Besides, it's not impossible that people in this world are being run with more realityfluid when they're in his presence, and it's maybe an altruistically well-leveraged use of money to make their lives relatively happier while he's in the middle of passing through them.

- well he'll certainly make them very happy! And also very confused!

Any significantly different ideas from the women not in the courtyard, who were vending rather than spinning?

They seem a bit wealthier, on average, but that doesn't change too much; it means they worry less about feeding their children and more about jealous relatives. One woman says she does the accounting because her husband doesn't have any head for numbers, and gives him spending money. Another says cheerfully that she slips a bit of the stand proceeds aside for herself, and her marriage is happier for it, "and don't tell me I'll lose Axis about it, I've got four kids in the Boneyard and don't mind if I do have to spend a while trying to find them."

Keltham briefly considers asking at what age children start showing up in the Boneyard, decides against it.  It's not going to be the decisive question about anything.  If there'd be a decisive question of that kind, it would be the age at which children start showing up in Hell.  And Keltham - would rather not learn that right here and now, in case subsequent thoughts shatter his connection to Abadar immediately, while he's outside and his security team is not prepared for that.

And he'll start heading to the Temple of the All-Seeing Eye.

"Fe-Anar, continuing from an earlier conversation, the thought occurred to me, after that, that killing myself is supposedly Evil and then I end up in Hell, that's why - people go on being slaves, that they can't kill themselves without going to an Evil afterlife, that's how Pharasma locked the little tiny helpless things she didn't care about into having to endure what she puts them through - in which case I'm back to wanting an Atonement to Neutral Evil so I have a way out of this."

" - murder is Evil but self-murder isn't very Evil, you could...donate 1000gp to an orphanage or something and you'd be more than clear, the problem is just for people who haven't done much of anything impactful with their lives and so killing themselves is one of the only things they're judged by. And obviously if you want to die we can handle that in some way that isn't you killing yourself.

I...think you should wait a couple of weeks before making major decisions about being a priest of Abadar or becoming Neutral Evil or killing yourself."

"Not necessarily an option I have, based on what I've read about how clerics work.  If my psychology drifts too far away from - believing my purpose aligned to Abadar's - the bond just breaks whether I like it or not, as I understand it, and I'm not sure that it lasts past my next serious library visit at this rate."

"But I can wait a couple of weeks on the Atonement, sure, if that's even something I want to do, to be clear, I am not failing to hear the part where you can supposedly buy a safe suicide for 1000gp, though I'd worry about reliability.  And I'm obviously not going to kill myself until I've repaid my debt to Abadar, which, even with a Ring of Sustenance and spamming Lesser Restorations and a Splendour headband, is going to take more than a couple of weeks.  There were things much worse than death that could've happened to me, and I acknowledge in full the debt I owe to Abadar for that."

"This seems like a social emergency nonetheless. I hate that kind. I don't suppose I can convince you to talk to anyone who doesn't hate that kind?"

"Planning to talk to Ione Sala, who I thought was our Nethysian Safety Officer and dating me, and was actually oracle of Nethys."

"Great. Please do proceed with that. ....why would anyone ever have a Nethysian Safety Officer."

"Asmodeans, is what Ione would've said, but - I don't know, now, what was real.  I'll ask her, I guess."

The Temple of the All-Seeing Eye is an enormous building that appears to be made out of glittering rainbow glass and crystal, radiating magic, twisting upwards into a spire that is, just by a few inches, taller than the Black Dome. It looked different last week. It's surrounded by taverns hawking Nefreti Clepati's wine. They serve some essential function as a transitional zone between it and the rest of Sothis; without them, it'd feel pasted in from another world entirely. 

"Okay, I'm starting to appreciate Nethys, Nefreti Clepati, or whoever actually is responsible for this.  That is one solarpunk-ass office building to find on a planet with this tech level.  Solarpunk, ah... I'd try to define it but I'm not sure I can do a better job than just pointing at this office building."

"Oh, Nefreti's all right. Gives my son endless indigestion but it's good for Him. Did you know she's blown up the whole place to smithereens five different times? One time she killed twenty people, and Nethys gave her two more cleric circles for it. ...what's the dialogue tag for [apocryphal, possibly exaggerated]."

"Baseline doesn't have a single-word translation for 'apocryphal', you don't really get 'apocrypha' the way Golarion does, when you're a high-functioning Civilization with centralized repositories of data and arguments, that anybody on the planet can access within a minute or so if they're like not currently in the shower or something.  I can say it the way you'd say if it you were talking about a popular but rather doubtful fan theory of a trendy fiction, like so -"  Keltham will talk about this dispute over Golarion reality using the tones that dath ilani would use to talk about a dispute over fiction.

The interior of the temple is mostly hollow, with stairs ringing it, climbing up and up and up to the highest levels of the spire. On the ground level, on the glossy marble ground, a hive of teenagers are working on an enormous sand art rendering of the words 'it is heresy unto Nethys to claim that anything could not, or will not, explode'. They are placing the grains of sand entirely with Mage Hands from a distance of fifteen feet, and occasionally hissing at each other when their work collides with one another. More of them are boys than girls, but there are some of both; one, hovering in midair to correct someone else's sand-art error, is a girl who has solved the modesty problems intrinsic to midair hovering by making her skirt twenty feet long and tying it to a nearby railing.

It stabs at his heart, again.  Is this subplot about how, it's going to seem, at first, like this place is his new home, not Osirion, that this is the fragment of dath ilan, the Temple of the All-Seeing Eye.  And then he's going to look into it and it's going to be horribly Wrong somehow and - maybe this is how he loses Ione, too -

Keltham shall Prestidigitate the air into diffraction-sheened fragile shards, then, and send them wafting over to cling to the sand art while they last, outlining the words in strange rainbows that change color depending on the angle you look at them.  He also moves his sparkles, from thirty feet, with Mage Hand, because competitiveness.

(He has that wizard cantrip hung, for now, though he'll need to swap it out for Detect Magic if he stops being a cleric.  And give up Resistance, and Guidance, because Prestidigitation and Message and Detect Magic and Dancing Lights are none of them spells he can afford to give up...)

At first they object to someone messing with their very important project; and then they recognize the rainbow pattern, because Ione has told them the story of the Chelish agent in Absalom with the inimitable cloak, and swing around to see who did it, and that sure is a foreign boy of some unidentifiable racial category, strangely dressed -

"Are you the Keltham?" the boldest of them, which is the flying girl, asks.

"Yes, unless the Conspiracy goes far deeper than I thought.  You happen to know where I could find my Nethysian Safety Officer?"  He doesn't pause in creating the diffraction-shards from nothingness.

"Ione? She's -"

"in the library," they chorus in unison.

"So where's the library from here, but also, what's Ione been up to, how's she doing here, and is Osirion trying to give her any shit over her being female."