They must not see a lot of five-and-a-half-foot-tall blue-and-purple anthropomorphic canines with long fluffy tails and visible claws and fangs around here. Of course, marrenai are new and still very rare, but judging by these people's extreme reactions, do they have no kitsune? No catfolk? No gnolls?

...is this a planet with only humans? Actually it makes sense for planets to have one of: totally aliens, about the mix of breeds she's used to, or only one breed of humanoid that colonized a planet without telling anyone else. It might be coincidence that it's the same breed that she was when she was a mortal, two lives ago, but maybe that will be relevant somehow. Queue this topic at low priority.

Have they never seen a summoned vulpinal or procyal or leonal agathion? Maybe the god that dominates this city/country/planet is opposed to Neutral Good. On one hand, she doesn't like Nirvana herself. On the other hand, there's a particular god, Marra's greatest enemy (for now), famous for His theocratic rule of a country that suppresses knowledge of Neutral Good.

"Hello! I'm a new arrival. Can you tell me about the laws that are followed here?" (The laws that are followed, not all the laws.)

"...Nice phrasing. No killin', no stealin', no torture or malingering or harassment or what not, you know, basic stuff. I do know that walking around like that is going to get a lot of very important people very excited, and coming up with two dozen contradictory explanations. Could get messy."

Perhaps just mentioning Law dissuaded him from trying to rob her? Nice.

"What exactly is 'malingering'? What's exciting about me?"

"I think it means pretending to be sick to get out of work. I just think it sounds funny, personally. And you're either in a damned good costume or some sort of fey thing, that's exciting!"

She can appreciate that it is a funny word. Her face is not much good at expressions, but she nods and crinkles her eyes.

"I'm not a fey. I'm an outsider, which is what most people become when they die. There's lots of types of outsiders, depending on the plane where we're made and the god who shapes us. What is your god like?"

"Oooooh, that's gonna be spicy. The Lord God Almighty, you see, is the only one, and only heathens and anarchists say otherwise. Keep your faith in the Lord, repent of your sins, an ye shall be given mercy and know paradise. Else, ye shall suffer the fires of Hell. Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah." He rolls his eyes dramatically. "Bit hard to believe when things so readily go to shit down here, in my opinion."

Not Asmodeus, then. Probably. He might be doing something tricky.

Not Chaotic, if He is opposed by anarchists...? Depends what they mean by anarchists, really. You could call Abadar an anarchist if you looked at Him the right way.

"What are the most common sins? What other gods do heathens and anarchists talk about? Why do poor conditions here make it hard to believe - has He broken promises to you?"

"Why don't I invite you to tea if we're going to be chatting for a while. Pay me back with being the first to hear the word, no funny business. Thief's honor."

"So my obligation is to listen to you and confirm, if anyone asks, what you told me? And... that I didn't hear it from anyone else first?

And by 'no funny business', you mean, for example, I will actually pay attention, you won't talk continuously for a year to keep me trapped, you won't talk at a volume that hurts me, if I accidentally learn something compromising about you I won't use that information against you, you won't poison me, etc?"

"Right on for my promise of no funny business, miss barrister, but I meant that I want to hear what your story and business is earlier than most and," he affects an accent, "Thereby accrue first mover advantage."

"Ah. Am I to be forbidden from telling others for some period of time, then? That's not acceptable to me.

What is Thief's Honor? What happens if we disagree on whether something was funny business or not? Is there an authority you would trust to judge that?"

"Not even if it's just a bloody hour? Look, who even attacks over tea? Tea is practically sacred. Nobody wants the knives to come out." He spreads his arms and grins. "But the jack boots are high strung enough that I bet you won't get a word in if you go to them first."

"The constraint I'm under is that if my god sent me to this particular location in order to fight someone or ally with someone, I'm not supposed to hide my nature or business. Delaying an hour might be hiding, if in that hour someone departs, or dies, or learns of me and considers me to be hiding. Is there some other payment you would accept? Mind-reading, violence, sex, exploring dark areas?

Alternatively, I already suspect my destination on this planet was random. Not enough to be sure, but maybe you have additional evidence for that?

As a made-up example of a conflict, suppose some of my fur collects on your floor, and you later discover this and decide to use some ability I currently don't know about to hurt me through the connection. Or you're upset with me for getting your floor dirty. Is that funny business? I'm not sure. How would you handle it? Normally, my superiors would decide, potentially escalating as far as my god, who would talk to the other gods. Here, I don't have any superiors other than my god, who is unlikely to intervene. That's why I'm so interested in what rules you would follow. I will probably follow similar rules, although I might interpret them myself rather than submitting to an authority I don't trust. It sounds like the authority here, the 'jack boots', are not trustworthy?"

His eyebrows shoot up high at 'mindreading', and higher at 'sex'.

"Free tip, careful calling yourself a whore. Not exactly respectable a profession in the eyes of most. What a fascinating worldview. I'd certainly claim so- Just look at the promises they made to evacuate all of Bristol, and who actually gets on the evacuation transports, eh? Rich folks, and folks with connections. You know what, I'm tempted to tag along and watch the chaos unfold."

"I'm not a mortal woman and don't need the support of a man who must be assured of the paternity of my children. Why would they judge me? For setting a bad example?"

That seems like a thing Good would do... In her opinion, if stupid people make stupid choices, that's not her problem, even if they were inspired by her. Unless they belong to her, in which case she would simply force them to make better choices.

"So is tea cancelled? I would still like to hear about your religion. What's Thief's Honor, or is there a reason you evaded that question? You want me to contact the Jack Boots? Do you expect that to go well for me?"

"They'd judge you because it's just a fact that it's bad, in their heads. Most people aren't great at taking new information into account, yanno? And you're kind of asking three at once, I'm forgetting 'em. It means I might steal from you, but I've got standards. Thief, not highwayman, not murderer. The smart people know things are gonna get real bad, and are preparing. I like to flatter myself on the subject of intelligence, and be a showman at times."

"A disappointing sort of shallow obedience, but understandable. Is forbidding prostitution a preference of your god? Where I'm from, the creator of our universe decided that cannibalism is Evil, for instance. She doesn't even call Herself Good, She just decided to define Good and Evil that way for everyone else.

You flatter yourself correctly.

We're in Bristol now? Where is the evacuation to? Why?"

"Answer me this and I'll answer you those, what's that mind reading like?"

"I can read people's conscious thoughts if I touch them. I can also get a look at people's deeper desires and fears, which oddly enough does not require touching them, but it's more expensive for me and I can only do that a few times a day. I have not read your mind by any of those methods."

"Huh."

Yeah, he's not trusting that she really hasn't. If she's not lying and keeps to her own rules religiously, how can he tell the difference...

"In order then, it's a bit complicated, but the opinions are about how it's bad for both men and women to be led to desperation and faithlessness. Though old Yahweh himself hasn't said things, his prophets and disciples and angels do, and them centuries and more ago. Yeah, this is Bristol. Shipbuilding and steel industry, isn't the seaside air just lovely? The evacuations are to new fortified city sites on geothermal areas up north- Generators, to outlast the bitter winter that awaits us all. They're saying it's the last autumn. All over the world, it's getting colder than it should, and faster, and is going to keep going. Nobody knows why, just that it's happening. And lucky us, the British Empire is in a position to try to save itself. Crops already started failing. Famine leads to war. Last estimate I heard was sixty-five days till the sea freezes over. Best to leave to one of those lovely Generators well before then."

"...I suspect your god is dead, or has abandoned this area, if He hasn't chosen any 'prophets' and 'disciples' in centuries. What were His 'angels' like? I'm very interested in any other gods you've heard of!

Lovely sea air, yes, reminds me of the fragrant wind blowing in from Hell.

How do Generators work?"

"The mysteries of the machines are for engineers. I've got to scoot, see there?"

He points to where a pair of blue uniformed men are walking quickly down the street towards them.

"My invitation to a secret place stands, otherwise good luck avoiding a public indecency charge! Ask around for Green Gulliman if you want to chat again later!"

He sketches a bow and turns and starts walking away.

She really wants to hear more about the other gods, but not from him in particular, and it wouldn't be enough reason to run after him if the Jack Boots weren't coming (if that's who those people are) which means that choosing to follow him now would be hiding.

She nods at him and turns to face the approaching pair.

They seem nervous. They look at each other and one makes a 'go on' gesture at the other.

"Ma'am? I'm officer Smithers, with Bristol police, and your... Appearance is alarming people. I'd like you to come down to the station with us for a discussion, to - prevent anything unfortunate from happening."

"Hello, officer Smithers. I'm Kireh, an outsider of the god Marra. I'm new here and need an explanation of your laws. If you have a copy of the code at your station, that would be excellent.

I'm already aware that you forbid killing, stealing, malingering, torture, harassment, and quote 'basic stuff' unquote which I will require to be explained in further detail, and I have questions about the rest of the list.

What unpleasant events are you worried about?"

She'll follow them with her usual relaxed demeanor, but she readies herself to cast Haste if they attack or try to restrain her.