And for her penultimate Teleport Pilar finds herself directing her courier to the Whipcrack district of Egorian, which... makes sense, now that Pilar thinks about it.  If there's anybody who does know how to hurt people in a way that makes them stronger, who isn't already busy being Queen of Cheliax, that person is probably Chelish too.  Whipcrack would make sense for a slave trainer, even; oh, that's exciting.

So Pilar, following the impulses that come to her of her curse, casts back her hood to show herself openly, in this place, and walks down the streets of poorer Egorian.  Her courier follows her, invisibly, for he is Security and why trouble to reveal himself?

They are poor, these streets, as poor as any in Ostenso where Pilar once ran.  Half the buildings are barracks obviously sized for halfling slaves, and the other half buildings from the textiles industry or other trades that depend heavily on slave labor.  Men leer at her as she passes, with only a few paling at the sight of her, for the meaning of a young lady with attention-grabbing pink hair is not as well-known in this part of Egorian as in others.

But a single whore-taker does dare step forwards to take Pilar.  There is no combat spell in her oracle's repertoire, nor wizard spell she has prepared, that would not kill him; so Pilar casts Mage Hand, and presses back against his face, about the eyes.  It's not enough to harm him, but he stops and does not dare further.

"Merciful of you," comments an invisible voice behind her.

"Would a Security have killed him?  He's a subject of the Queen and contributes to the economy, leaving a corpse there in the streets didn't seem Lawful, and I certainly didn't want to take the time to clean up after myself."

"You asked me to tell you if I noticed you being Good, so I'm telling.  I'd have introduced him to Acid Splash, at least."

"Didn't have it hung, and everything I did have prepped would've killed a commoner."

"Amateur's mistake.  Always have something that hurts a commoner but doesn't kill them, if you're going to be traveling among commoners.  I'd volunteer to do it myself, next time, but don't want to worry about Invisibility."

Pilar's steps guided of cursed instinct have taken her closer to the Imperial Stadium; though there's no games at this hour, by the temper of the streets around her, no distant sounds of a crowd bellowing.

Instead Pilar finds herself at what looks to be a warehouse converted into a fighting ring.  A legal one, hopefully, since a painted board over the door advertises its service openly, in letters and pictorial signage.  If Egorian is anything like Ostenso was said to be, it means they'll have less eager custom and less exciting fights; but then, people who are least trying to be Lawful at all sometimes want to watch pit fights too.

Pilar approves, obviously.  If the one she seeks is a slave-trainer then they had better be a legal one.

"Five copper, girl," says the doorman.

She flips him a silver.  "Passage for two, then."

Message from Security:  I suppose you're going to tell me that's Lawful.

Return Message from Pilar:  I'm sure every bit of extra revenue for this place does more Evil than Good.

Valid.

She steps past the confused doorman and surveys this pit-fighting ring.

It's a small pit-fighting ring, not very impressive.  With no fights in the Imperial Stadium, a slightly respectable crowd has gathered here anyways.

Currently there's cage walls up, about the ring, and some would-be gladiator is flailing around with a horned rabbit and not doing that great of a job at it.  The crowd is jeering and laughing at him.  Reading the crowd at Splendour 21 will give Pilar the impression that this is a warm-up for a real battle later:  The customers here look too old, too wealthy, and too interested, to be here just for horned rabbit fights.

There's a cloaked and hooded figure, taller than Pilar when she goes about the same way, sitting close by the ring.  Despite their front-row place, there's a wide space of empty chairs around them.

Well, Pilar will obey her curse's suggestion and go sit down in the cheap, splintery chair next to the hooded figure, then.

"If you work for what passes for the Law, here, show me your token of authority."

"Otherwise, your death is your own."

"You know, I don't think I actually have a token of authority, and should maybe ask for one at some point if I'm going to keep doing this.  But yes, I work for the government."

"Not the same as working for the Law."

"What do you seek?  I'd conclude whatever business this is before the fight after next begins."

"My steps were guided here to seek one who understands how to hurt students in a way that makes them stronger rather than weaker."

"Oho?  It is the same with me.  I, too, am in this place to seek someone like that.  Do you know where I'd find them?"

"I'd... rather thought I was looking for you."

"I am not very good at what I do, and could benefit from further instruction from someone who knew better."

"What god guided your steps here?"

"Cayden Cailean."

"One of the three who cheated?  I wasn't even slightly expecting to hear that."