None of these things are really correct; she glances at the dresses to see if any of them look kind of convincingly robe like. "It's a lovely blouse, I might want a closer look at the dresses though - or, do you have anything more, matching in a long skirt?" It's safe to have fashion opinions, right? "Normally I'd go for a slightly lighter shade," she adds.

"Sure thing. I take it you like...looser clothes? Clothes that hang from your body. I tend not to wear those since they're inconvenient to wear when I work. I doubt you'd want to borrow my cleric's robes, although they seem like the thing that you're describing. Let me take a closer look."

She offers:

- a long and thick light green dress with yellow embroidery on the sleeves – it's the sort of thing that you might wear to a ball
- a beige tunic with a thin leather belt to cinch it, paired with an ankle-length brown skirt – it's plain and has no decorations

and then stops.

"Hm, actually, I heard Conradia say you wear layered robes where you come from, right? Layering, layering. That's another thing I tend not to do – the only layering I do is putting on furs when I need to go outside – but I think I can get you that look."

She agonizes in front of the cabinet for a minute, and then picks a long light green wool robe that you cross over the chest, similar to a kimono, with a cloth band to tie it at the waist, as well as a thinner white outer cloak made of a thick canvas-like cloth, secured near the neck with string. Both of them reach all the way down to the ankles. The cloth band is the same light green color as the robe. The hem of the robe is white, with yellow embroidery of a braid running down its length. Aside from the hem, the clothes have no other decorations.

"Does that work for you? I don't wear this one often."

"Yes! That looks great, thank you," replies Allegra, relieved. The cloak isn't perfect and she doesn't normally go in for wool, it tends to itch, but at least it's the right form factor. If she wears it over what she's already got on it should be fine.

"Alright. Ah, right. I'm...not sure if you are particular about modesty where you come from. Some people on Golarion are. Uh, I'll go to the bathroom and then you can knock when you're done changing."

"Oh, no problem, I'm going to put this on over these - I don't like wool directly against my skin much," Allegra explains. She debates adding that she's not at all fussy about changing in front of people either, but decides there's no need to volunteer it right away.

"Do you want to put on makeup? Or perhaps have me do it for you? Otherwise, I can take you to Magnus already. I think we have about twenty minutes left."

She checks the clock.

"Yes, that's right."

She's a little sad that Allegra didn't want to take off her Conradian clothes – she thinks they don't look very good – but it's not a huge deal. 

Allegra puts on the new clothes, which mostly cover up the Conradian clothes anyway, swiftly and efficiently; 'belt up a robe in a hurry' seems to be a very practiced action.

"How long is it going to take to get there? If we've got time I'd love to see what you can do." Allegra has no idea how makeup works, but Felicia is clearly wearing plenty and she wants to make the best possible impression on the high priest.

"It's only going to take five minutes or fewer: we're in the Damianite section of the Orchard already, so it won't take as long as when I took you from your room to here.

It depends on what look you're trying to go for. If you want something conservative, then I'll just put foundation and concealer on you, maybe some contouring, to cover up blemishes. If you want to go all out, then I'll put on colorful eyeshadow and lipstick."

Her makeup collection is remarkably well-stocked; it seems Felicia really likes makeup.

Oh no, not another decision, surely Felicia is the expert here? That's what she gets for arguing about clothes, Allegra supposes, but she does feel a lot more comfortable in a suitable set of layers.

Actually, that's probably the best thing to say. 

"You're the expert here? Which would Magnus prefer to see?" she asks. 

"It's – so – it's hard to explain." She stirs the air with her hands.

"It has to do with theology: Damian wants us to explore and experience the wide range of pleasurable experiences available to us. So, He values that people, say, create very high-quality art, but he's agnostic as to the style of the art, though he does prefer unique experiences a little more. There's a particular aesthetic you can achieve by putting on subtle makeup, and another that you can achieve by putting on flashy makeup.

As for you, I think subtle makeup would work better. Do you agree? If so, I can work on that."

Allegra nods - that's kind of the outcome she was hoping for, but she still has no idea what they consider to be high quality about an aesthetic. At least navigating this is considerably less awful than a fitness test, she reminds herself.

"Sounds good - shall I sit down again and let you get on with it?" She moves back to the chair.

"Yes, please."

It takes a little over five minutes to finish. She puts on less than an equivalent no-makeup makeup look for herself, because she doesn't want to risk it looking overwrought. She puts foundation and some concealer on reddened areas and leaves it at that, without bothering with contouring like she said she would.

"That should do it. Is there anything else that you wanted to do before we go? Ah, that reminds me, do you want me to cast Remove Fear on you? It's...intense, meeting an antipaladin, especially one as strong as him, especially if it's their first time meeting you." Despite the topic, her face remains cheerful and bright.

"Yes, that sounds very handy," replies Allegra, wishing she had just a drop of liao with her and could Anoint herself instead.

She's not totally sure she likes the sound of 'remove fear' either, her fear is very useful at keeping her alive, but she's operated fine under a lot of Anointings, it's probably not going to be worse than that - after all, the energising magic earlier was downright gentle, maybe all of their magic is unusually cooperative.

"It only lasts ten minutes, so I ought to cast it on you just before you go in. Shall we go?"

If Allegra is ready, then she'll lead her to Magnus's office, the door to which is very similar to Rendon's, although this time, the symbol is of an inflorescence of heliotrope.

Allegra (outwardly) cheerfully follows Felicia to the office, and tries to enjoy looking at the carvings and so on along the way and not rampantly over think an encounter she probably can't meaningfully prepare for anyway.

"Anything else I should know about Magnus?" she asks, as they go; Felicia seems quite friendly and she might as well use this for any information she can get.

"He's really handsome," she says immediately. "Well, that kind of goes with the position. We have magical ways to permanently enhance appearance. Hm, he likes to...play with people. Not harmfully, but that's something that he does do."

The carvings are flowing and curved rather than geometric, but there isn't anything that could be usefully gleaned from the pattern. It seems as though it's just there to be pretty.

She makes thinking noises for a bit, and then says, "The Conradians value forthrightness and honesty, but we sometimes like to put on a show. You don't have to, but that's something that you might like to know."

It's fine for the pattern just to be pretty, she's trying to soothe her nerves, not interrogate it.

Great. Well. She prefers honesty, but at least putting on a show is something she can do, unlike - star jumps or whatever.

"Does he prefer confidence or terror?" she asks.

"Confidence. The antipaladins' fear auras are something that their allies are immune to, but if it's their first time meeting you, they might not be able to suppress the aura entirely. They don't actually want to scare you – Damian and Conrad would be upset if they tried that."

She taps her with Remove Fear when they arrive. It feels like there's a feeling of bravery that's swelling from deep beneath her. The magic feels very reminiscent of Summer. 

She opens the door and passes minder-status to Magnus, and then leaves.

"See you later."

"Thank you," replies Allegra, and then turns to face Magnus with a confident smile, striding into the room and looking for an appropriate piece of furniture to lean on while she waits to be told to sit down, or whatever's going to happen next.

The basic layout of the office is identical to the Conradian one, with the same bright light, although there are potted plants placed thoughtfully within the office. It seems that they're real. Magnus is wearing similar robes to Rendon in structure, although with a rich violet color. He has the same headband as Rendon too. There's the lingering smell of incense.

He stands and greets her. "Good morning, Allegra Highspire. I am the High Priest of Damian, Magnus Sundheim. Please take a seat. Help yourself to whatever you like."

His table has been cleared of items, and instead, there's breakfast food. There are scrambled eggs, ham, toast, coffee, thin pancakes with syrup, and coffee in cups, with a small jug of milk and a container of sugar.

It seems that what Felicia said is true: his face has no wrinkles or blemishes, with great bone structure; his body is muscular and fit, from how the robes hang on him – he's the picture of health and beauty. When he smiles, his teeth are white and shining. Regardless, there's the sense of something sinister about him – the same sensation you get when looking down at a cliff and feeling the urge to jump down despite yourself. There's a feeling of creeping doom or unnerving presence that Rendon totally lacked; Rendon was grandfatherly and friendly.

Allegra's eyes widen in genuine delight at the breakfast food, that all looks so delicious. (Normally, if she'd been told someone likes playing with people, she'd assume it was a test or drugged food or something, but the Remove Fear is crowding out that kind of paranoia right now.)

"Thank you, you've somehow picked out all my favourite things," she replies, loading up a plate with scrambled eggs, pancakes, ham, and a token slice of toast before taking a seat.

With the effect of the Remove Fear on her, the general sinking feeling around Magnus doesn't really feel much different from the background dread she's been feeling ever since she dropped into a prison cell.

He sits down and takes some food of his own.

"I'm glad. One of Damian's tenets is that you ought to experience pleasure in all its forms, and what is better than tasty food?

Your hair is great, by the way. The style suits you. How are you liking things so far in the Bronze Orchard? Has it been a comfortable stay?" His tone is that of an old friend catching up. It's really quite surprising how quickly he managed to transition to that from the formal tone he started off with. His demeanor and movement seem to change seamlessly along with his words.

"What parts of it have you visited so far?"

Allegra tries to recall her poise lessons on 'eating daintily while making conversation', which she did have extensively as a child, although she's never been particularly good at it.

"Thank you - it's really to Felicia's credit. Everyone's been almost suspiciously nice, and the beds are amazing. I haven't had much chance to wander around, just over to Rendon's office, the dining hall, and a quick trip to the item makers and the armoury hatch." She returns his chatty tone while attempting to assemble a good chunk of toast and egg to eat while he responds.

Ah, yes, he recognizes the style now. Felicia sometimes wore that too.

He tilts his head slightly and flashes a wicked smile.

"Suspiciously nice? How so?" he asks, the tone of it friendly. He licks his teeth.

"And yes, the beds really are amazing. One of the Damianite wizards figured out how to attach the resizing enchantment wondrous items have to furniture without breaking the bank in terms of necessary spellsilver. It's great, isn't it?" He makes a show of leaning back into his chair before eating some more of the pancake.

"Well, I did start out by inadvertently trespassing and getting dumped in a prison cell, and then Conradia told me that you were all 'chaotic evil', but once it was clear that I was happy to cooperate with magical research, suddenly it's all people falling over themselves to do whatever they can to help me settle in, and everything's very neat and tidy," Allegra explains. She considers mentioning about the fitness tests, but she doesn't want to look desperate at this stage of the conversation, it's all quite nice so far and also she wants to eat this delicious food before something happens to prevent her. She also snuggles appreciatively into her chair, demonstrating that she's totally used to the enchantment by now (she isn't entirely used to it, but 'pretend you're perfectly comfortable with the thing that is happening' is something she has plenty of practice in). "It really is. I don't think I've ever encountered furniture this comfortable."