- yeah, all right, it's going to be awkward to do this through an interlocutor but she doesn't want to grow angel wings on him unexpectedly in public. :We have not. I am a champion of Aroden, god of civilization, from very far away.:

:Not a god I know, but should he aid my people in freeing their homeland I will take him as a patron of my people, and build him a temple in every city of the realm.:

:That is indeed what I hope might come to pass. We can talk about His teachings, if you'd like, but first -:

And she hands over the written documents she took off the officers in every Imperial patrol she slaughtered. :I got into some fights with some Imperial patrols when I arrived here. I can't read these, but perhaps you have someone who can.:

Orestan laughs when he takes them. "A fine gift!" He'll hold them up in the air. "See what our ally brought us!"

And, in private, to Iomedae, :I'm afraid they may be obsolete by now - the imperials weren't expecting us to move this fast - but I'll take it and be grateful nonetheless. Should I assume you have a fantastically exciting story to go with them?:

Oh, she's feeling downright optimistic, at this point, she likes him. 

:I expect they're useless. I was not sure I'd be believed without them. The story is just that I am very dangerous and they will not be able to kill me until they realize they need to, and conceivably not even then. What do you know about who their most powerful spellcasters are and what they can do?:

:Mage-General Altarrin, first-class Adept. Can do horizontal midair unanchored gates while a fireball is in the air before it hits, complicated magical improvisation while drugged, and is probably the only person in the past century or two to make major improvements to imperial standard spells. He also organized the imperial forces to win their last major civil war. If he and Emperor Bastran both die the Eastern Empire collapses into a civil war and everywhere that wants independence gets it.:

: - that is very useful to know but unhelpful with respect to the specific question of whether he could kill me. I'm going to guess 'yes if he got lucky enough'? Which is disappointing, if we were sure enough it was 'no' we could set up peace talks.:

:I don't think we've convinced the Empire it can lose yet. Bit too early to be talking peace, isn't it?: A bitter smile.. :I can't tell you if he can beat you until I know how good you are. Care to come inside so we can discuss it?:

:My pleasure.:

Then he'll head inside with his new ally to talk strategy! He'll toss casual orders and compliments and people he passes as he does, before they make it to what is pretty clearly a strategy room, with a very detailed map of the kingdom on it, various books on the shelves that look like weatherproofed ledgers, some of them spread out.

(There are guards. There are guards everywhere. There may be invisible guards; certainly Orestan has quite a powerful talisman. Iomedae could still kill him, but mostly because she is Iomedae.)

:I think this is the first time I've seen the material your armor's made of?:

Iomedae isn't planning to kill anyone unless they try to kill her first and maybe not even then.  It'd be reasonable of them to be worrying she's an Imperial spy; she's very improbable.

:It is called mithril and is mined near-exclusively in the Elemental Plane of Earth; it doesn't naturally occur on Golarion, my planet of origin. It's lighter than steel, but works much like it.:

:Your planet of origin:

:My advice would be that you don't let that leave this room. I haven't spoken of it elsewhere. But yes. The stars in the sky are suns like your sun, with worlds like your world about them, and Golarion is one of them, and it is where I operated until three weeks ago, as the Knight-Commander of the Knights of Ozem and of the Shining Crusade.:

:The gods have always helped me. They usually don't help me this much. Any proof you can offer other than your armor and your ability to take out Imperial patrols singlehandedly?:

(The notes have by this point been given to some junior officers, eagerly decrypting them.)

She puts her hand to her chest, above where Aroden's holy symbol was scarred into her chest by a very zealous fifteen year old Iomedae who did not want to take the chance she would somehow be separated from her holy symbol.

She sprouts the angel wings. "This magic does not endure for long, but it gives me an aspect of Heaven, while it's active, and angels speak in all tongues so so do I. I don't know if you should count it as proof; I don't know what other explanations I'm competing with, because I know very little about what is possible here."

"No, that does in fact convince me."

:I would, of course, still prefer Mindspeech, since that can't be eavesdropped on. Any other on-demand miracles you can do, anything you can teach us, that we're missing?:

:I do not intend to share all that I can do; I cannot be mindread by the Empire, or compelled to testify to them, and you can. The wings permit me flight. I can heal from the brink of death to perfect health everyone within six paces of me. Three times. At home Aroden could refresh my power to do that, but here I only have what had been extended when I arrived. I have a spell that grants people very briefly some extra vitality, but it wears off in less than two minutes. I've been contemplating how I'd extend that spell, were I a god, and maybe soon I'll have a better version. I've been using it on the men who train with me, because there's a theory in my world that routine use grants a robustness that lasts when the spell doesn't.

I can oblige the people around me to speak the truth, and will want to do that, at some point. 

And I can make soldiers unafraid, and difficult to charm or compulsion, and I can lend them some of my strength on the battlefield, and no one falls when they're fighting in my vanguard though they will absolutely die as soon as they get too far away from me if you don't have good healing for them. 

- and there's no magic to it, but I have been fighting in the Shining Crusade for more than twenty years and possess some ordinary expertise in commanding soldiers.:

... :The gods do not usually grant this sort of miracles, though I'd be dead a dozen times without their help, but it certainly sounds like an advantage.:

A dark smile, behind Orestan's helmet. :What a surprise, we're expecting to march shortly, and as I'm sure you can guess we're short of officers. Commander of the Shining Crusade? Anything you can tell me about that, other than what you don't want the Empire to hear?:

:We had a necromancer trying to conquer the world. Unpleasant fellow. Thousands of years old, master of horror and nightmares, commanding hundreds of thousands of ghouls, could raise our dead troops as his slaves, all that. The first problem was convincing our own Empire that it was in their interests to pay for the expensive work of stopping him rather than waiting around hoping someone else would do it. The second problem is that the man is a lich, and can't be killed.

It's going all right. I intend to get back to it, but - I suspect I am more valuable here, at least for long enough to help you free Oris, establish a church of Aroden here, maybe go beat up the local church of the god of torment and slavery if some of the vague rumors I've heard are true, and then leave you to your work.:

People often find it reassuring that you don't intend to stay around being more powerful than them.

:I think that's an overstatement for Atet; more of a god of hierarchy than one of slavery, and no torment at all.

- We don't have any mages who can raise the dead, aside from rumors of godly miracles more spoken of than seen. Fire, lightning, force, compulsions, demons, enchantments and Gates about sum it up. 

And we're very grateful you're here.:

:Then maybe it's not worth my time to fight Atet. We have a god of tyranny and slavery and torment at home and Aroden and I mean to kill Him.:

And, aloud, "would you be comfortable with my casting my spell that prevents us from speaking falsely to one another? It only works on actual speech, unfortunately. I do have a way to circumvent it. I'm not going to use it. I don't know if you'll be able to tell whether I did."

Shit. Well. It's not like refusing it is better, and Samien trusts him -

:If you first swear not to initiate violence against us until you leave the building, I'll send out my guards, and then I'll speak truthfully or not at all.:

"I think it's worth doing, if we're to be allies. I can't reveal military secrets, of course. Assuming there's no worse side effects?"