Aroden, or at least the main decisionmaking attention-fragments of Him, did not previously have very much context on the details of Iomedae's war in the other world. Commune is not a high-bandwidth form of communication, and it wasn't worth the intervention cost to try to more directly get a look. 

Iomedae's mind has more context than that, which He is incidentally picking up while getting the immediately-prediction-relevant and immediately-decision-relevant aspects, and - 

- the best way to describe it, in concepts that would map to mortal language, is 'deja vu'. He...can pick out the Foresight-shadow cast by the Lawful Evil mage of the other world's Empire, now, and it's - there's something, there, that is likely very important. 

He doesn't have a good angle on intervention. Iomedae likely does, and likely already knows this is important, and it's not worth the significantly higher cost of translation godconcepts over to her to convey that. 

It is, however, worth very carefully translating across that: 

- Aroden cannot give a clear answer on whether her plan is a good idea, or promise anything other than 'trying to convey a warning if it abruptly looks like a bad idea'. (Obvious corollary: Iomedae should plan based on human-visible factors, and conservatively, paying extra costs as necessary to block off possible ways it could go wrong rather than counting on Aroden to triage that, and she should also not be counting on Aroden to notice and fend off interference from opposed gods.) 

- It would be safer, and better for His visibility, if she avoided using those diamonds Wishes, and definitely avoided unusual Wish-wordings. 

- He requests that she make a firm precommitment to not accepting the direct aid, or using plans provided by, the mage from another world. (Unspoken corollary: if at some point this seems obviously incorrect, Aroden can at that point offer His best answer to a Commune query, but - right now there needs to be less noise, and it seems unlikely to make the difference between success and failure.) 

She understands. She trusts HIm, she is His, she will tread carefully -

- no Wishes, no warnings, no plans directly using Altarrin -

(He does not, explicitly, ask that she avoid any further contact with the other world. It's unlikely to be a priority, it is likely to be expensive without the aid of the other world's mage, and - if Iomedae decides it's worth doing anyway then Aroden isn't going to tell her not to just because having half of one's primary sensory modality full of static is unpleasant.) 

He sends - warmth, appreciation, He trusts her also and there is no one He would rather have on this project, that may well making god-level decisions without the direct advice of the actual gods who can't see anything - and then extracts Himself from her mind and sets her down as gently as possible. 

She collapses, because even when gods are being as gentle as possible mortal minds are not the kind of thing they're meant to interface with. 

She doesn't collapse for very long, because she is very tough. But even six seconds spent disoriented on her knees is enough to get several alarmed people trying to Lay On Hands her. 

"-'s all right. 's all right. I don't need healing - Delay Pain's a good idea - and get Marit, please -"

       He's already nearly there.

"Take me to Alfirin's mansion."

And so Iomedae arrives at her dinner date limping, with Marit and Karlenius each supporting her on one side.

"What happened and why didn't someone get me - "

"You should see the other guy."

          " - Aroden did it," says Marit. 

 "Way to ruin my punchline."

She sits down heavily.

"Aroden needed to go through my head and then had several sentences of instructions. 'm fine.

I was only partially kidding -  He probably is having the worse time. The gods can't see. Can't see Urgir, can't see much of anything else. From their perspective, uh, there was practically no probability I'd order the whole Teleport-capable crusade to disperse, and then I did, and moved everything over to some worlds no one had looked down, and then everything we've done since then has been noisy too and of course my plan for after dinner was to rope in every Good church in the world -"

       "Sorry, what?" says Karlenius.

"We have twelve more Miracle-grade diamonds!"

Have Marit and Karlenius ever seen her smile before? Probably not.

- no! No they have not!!!!!

" - right, sorry, I meant to lead with that. Got distracted. A defector from the Empire in Velgarth came over and he brought us twelve miracle-grade diamonds. There's more where they came from, too. The reason I was communing with Aroden in the first place was because I wanted to ask permission to use six to take Urgir tomorrow.

He didn't actually say no, but - some of the other churches might, because they've got to also be displeased about the noise, and He did say to be conservative, because He can't counter anyone else and He can't see anything that'd go disastrously. He did ask that we not do Wishes. I think usually the gods keep a close eye on Wishes and - They can't, right now. And He asked that we not use the defector from the Empire - either directly with his magic, or relying on plans he made. 

I think regrettably we probably shouldn't take Urgir in a very showy manner tomorrow. I bet some of the other gods will decline to participate, even if Aroden doesn't mind, and I didn't get the chance to ask him about giving me a Miracle.

I think we should probably - steady a little.

If we don't do things as - surprising and improbable without extra-world intervention as dispersing everyone in the crusade who can Teleport - they should get a lot of visibility back reasonably quickly. Reaching out to the Good churches about a Miracle is something I was already considering. I just didn't quite - think how it'd interact with the Foresight noise problem -"

She's lost her audience because they're in fact still boggling about the diamonds and not ready to hear anything else.

"Where are the diamonds?" says Pereza, who is the crusade's quartermaster and logistical manager.

They're in a bowl, in the center of the table, glittering excessively.

(People may, in fact, be crying.)

It takes Karlenius about thirty seconds to put together that this means Iomedae left Alfirin with the diamonds to go off and talk to Aroden and he doesn't actually say anything about it but his facial expressions are not especially hard to read.

She makes absolutely no show of noticing. Iomedae trusted her and that's perfectly normal and unremarkable and if she is unusually - some might say 'unnaturally' - cheery and delighted this evening the diamonds are fully sufficient to explain that.

Iomedae will try all the food before even attempting to steer the conversation back to Urgir. 

"- I will confess I may have fallen in love with this idea in the first ten minutes of thinking about it and be irrationally attached now."

"It does sound pretty great," Marit says. 

         "If we're not killing or exiling the current residents of Urgir," says Pereza, "where are the crusaders going to live? - to be clear I am enthusiastically in favor of this plan, but I think you may all be underrating the challenges it poses, logistically -"

"We'll rebuild the city! The orcs are not really taking advantage of all of the space because of the fact the city is in a constant state of internal war and no one can build things that won't burn down. It'll be expensive, and probably very annoying, but - 

- we have some options for funding -"

"I think it's a good plan! I was against it at first but you sold me on it - well, the broad strokes, on a slightly smaller scale - before a dozen diamonds fell into our laps."

Iomedae beams at her for longer than is really a good idea.

They leave him alone. 

Altarrin...is going to spend the next five minutes curled up tightly in the very comfortable armchair and shaking. And then, once he can concentrate enough for it, finish repowering the rest of his talismans, after which point he's able to relax slightly more. 

He has a lot of thinking to do, but - probably food and water is the first priority, actually. Is there a construct-servant visible in the room to ask about it? 

There is, hovering (literally) by the door.

He asks it - in the Imperial tongue since apparently it can just understand that despite being from a different world - if he could please have water, and - food, whatever's available he doesn't really mind - and maybe tea? And a blanket. (You would think that after five minutes of sitting by a fire he wouldn't be cold anymore but he's still intermittently shivering for no reason and it's distracting.) 

It departs, and shortly three servants return with water, and a stuffed quail on a bed of a rice pilaf cooked with dried berries, and a pot of tea and some small cups, and a blanket. Also the fire starts burning more vigorously. Two of the servants clear out when this is all done; one remains to pour the tea and wait for any other requests.

Altarrin drinks a lot of water, and then curls up with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and, with significantly more application of willpower, manages to eat some of the food. He's mostly trying not to think about anything in particular, just - being there, noticing that he's warm and comfortable and he may not be free to leave but he's in a literal extradimensional space, and has shields, and nothing awful is actually happening in his vicinity.

By the time he's worked his way through half of the teapot - and nibbled more on the quail, his body hasn't remembered yet how much energy interworld Gates burn through but he really needs to eat - he feels much less shaky. He's still not happy about being trapped but he can at least avoid dwelling on it. 

He....should think, while he has the opportunity. He's sort of having trouble figuring out where to start, though.