"If she were in the Dome she wouldn't notice the attempt," Morgethai says when she arrives. 

"Alright. I'll let her know, and with luck Cheliax will believe we broadcast from the Dome as a matter of course. Thank you for coming here to help." It's important to thank Chaotic Good allies, because otherwise they might help less often.

"Any time, though ideally not too many of them. I'm going to leave before the show starts; I want to be in Andoran if anything happens, and it's where my own precautions live. Gallipsiwhoop will stay with you and notify me if anything goes wrong." Gallipsiwhoop isn't visibly present at all. 

"I will be departing too. Could I travel with you as far as Andoran, Madame Morgethai? My boots can't get all the way in one hop." Catherine says.

"You may." Communal Mind Blank. Extended Greater Heroism all around, Gallipsiwhoop doing half of them.

Protection from Spells. ("I'd like the gems returned afterwards.")

Extended Mass Owl's Wisdom. 

"Goddess go with you both."

Morgethai offers her hand to Catherine and drops them off in an unfamiliar garden, presumably somewhere in Almas, and then gestures invitingly …straight at the garden wall. "I'm not sure if you had time for tea," she says.

Catherine blinks. "I have no pressing business." She touches the wall tentatively.

It lets her through. The room on the other side is under a Mage's Private Sanctum, and has, as promised, a table for tea. "I was planning to listen to the radio myself," she says. "It's an entertaining show. I am the more impressed by it learning a bit more of its host," in particular that she aired that episode about Lastwall while sheltering in Vigil, but this is presumably obvious enough to not be worth the (minimal) risk of saying it aloud.

"She certainly does not seem to take much care with who she offends. Do you plan to do an interview?"

"Well, that would put an end to the conspiracy theory that I am she, which I find very flattering."

"Aren't you the most powerful wizard on the continent? Surely having a conversation with yourself isn't beyond your abilities. Do her voice as an illusion and speak your own lines - it's just sound, not that I doubt you could do it with someone watching via scry."

"Perhaps I can ask her to conspire with me to say nothing in the episode incompatible with such a theory. I don't know, she does not seem very temperamentally inclined to mislead people even in the service of great goods, like my amusement. Are you confident in your security today, or gambling?"

"Confident. I gamble sometimes, but not with being kidnapped to Hell. Though if you're about to offer a way to be more confident I won't turn it down."

She tosses her, across the table, a tarnished little bronze charm. "It'll only work once, so if you're sure of today pick some other one."

"Are you going to tell me what it does, or do I have to guess?" She could figure it out within a minute but most people with her publicly known capabilities could not.

"It gives good fortune in a moment of unusual unluckiness. You mustn't wear it around all the time or it'll save you from stubbing your toe on your coffee table, and be expended thereby, but it's nice for something like this. I sold Lastwall a half-dozen; I think they prefer purchase orders they can put in their books to presents over tea."

"I appreciate it - will it trigger from a pocket?"

"No, only worn against your skin."

She pockets it, then. "Was there something you wanted to talk about, or just have tea and listen to the radio together? I'm not sharing my sources, it might endanger them."

"I would never ask. But I'm always thinking about Andoran's future, especially in this moment where I have a reasonable suspicion we'll find ourselves at war soon, and if that's a matter you've thought about yourself I find myself an eager listener."

"The future of Andoran? You want my thoughts? Are you imagining that I'll have the good fortune to win my war with Cheliax, and the poor sense to immediately turn around and pick a fight with my ally who is still the most powerful wizard on the continent? Or are you asking me to help defend Andoran if Cyprian starts looking this way? I don't know if I can commit to that. I'd try to talk him out of it, of course, but - that's hinging on him hypothetically having reasons to listen to me in the future."

"It would, I think, be awfully rude, to ask you for commitments over tea! No, I just mean that I haven't the faintest idea how you think a place ought to be run, whether it's Cheliax or Andoran or Galt, and nor have I any good guess how you plan to drag Cheliax out of its current state even if you were to conquer it, and these questions have acquired some strange new urgency lately, with girls on the radio all but saying the war's next year."

"I had hoped, once, for - a crown surrounded by republican institutions. I don't know if it would hold up, in the Chelish heartlands. Not that I expect to win that crown without someone else deciding to hand it to me, if the war is next year. Girls on the radio have thrown everyone's plans into disarray, I imagine."

"Well, it's a comfort to hear that it's not just me and dear Abrogail." A clock chimes, and Felandriel's radio - a fancy kind with a magical speaker - comes to life; the dials turn of their own accord.