Are we trading names and titles with the (knowledge (local) DC 20) Caydenite from the Pantheon of Many? It seems we're trading titles with the Caydenite from the Pantheon of Many.

"Her Royal Highness Queen Ileosa Arabasti, Queen of Korvosa, Steward of Chelish Varisia."

Ileosa doesn't hide her incomprehension. She does consider - a split second decision - whether to conceal what umbrage she's taken, and decides instead to play it up - favoring them all with a rather severe look that lingers especially on the flowery warrior lady and the babbling blue person.

That's not what she was expecting but she'll certainly take it.

A Southshore cleric, Academae student, four-armed monster, and Tian-Min ronin on the wrong side of the Crown of the World - presumably you don't drink in the same taverns. How do you know each other?

Detecting their thoughts will have to wait for a subtler moment. She doesn't want to tag Kroft and lose the spell doesn't want to put the conversation on an adversarial footing. 'Lose the spell,' what a ridiculous thing to worry about. Does Kroft even wear an INT headband? Ileosa has only ever lost a detect thoughts that one time in the boiler room, which was years ago and she's long over it.

(Except, sometimes, in the small hours of muggy nights, she remembers that enervating heat and oppressive psychic presence. And sometimes she locks eyes with Cressida Kroft and feels a familiar twinge of dread.)

And at any rate it'd be a waste to probe their minds before Ileosa has even seen what their faces betray.

She's already sipping from the Yondabakari Cascades... though admittedly detect thoughts would perhaps help her make sense of it.

Clerics wig her out. There's not one of them in the infinite planes who thinks like a normal person.

This one has absolutely no fear or social anxiety, and is poorly trying to hide that he doesn't care what she thinks of him one whit.

Ileosa considers the theory that he's secretly an incredibly high level, or has bigger angelic powers than most aasimar, but that's not it. When the cleric steps one way or another, the kasatha and samurai shift their posture, ready to defend. And when the samurai carelessly stepped to one side, the cleric followed behind to close the open charge lane.

And another line of reasoning: the self-styled pope was preaching at the Pantheon of Many. If he were even fourth-circle, she'd have heard.

He isn't fearless like a planetar or ancient dragon pretending to be a human. He doesn't think he's in control.

He's fearless like whatever happens doesn't deeply matter, so he might as well have fun with it.

Is he high on flayleaf? Or is it some kind of religious enlightenment? Or, as a Caydenite, has he found a way to combine the two?

Alternately, perhaps the man was just born crazy. Or took a lick to the head and needs a sixth-circle heal.

Ileosa doesn't find the Caydenite all that interesting, but it's both reassuring and second-nature for to her plot his ruin.

The self-styled pope wants his juvenile fun. That's a fault line between him and every sane person on this planet. If she needs him out of the group Ileosa is confident that she can get him kicked out of the group.

Or, if she wants to cheaply ingratiate herself with him, she can help him embarrass Ornher Reebs.

If she pretends to lean Chaotic Good, she could get him on her side against the slave-owning nobles and wicked or misguided goons like the book-bothering Cressida Kroft. And it could be useful to have another agent comfortable working outside the law.

Highly strung, distractable, disgustingly earnest, easily spooked but brave in the sense of pushing past fear. Apologetic, keenly aware of the difference in their positions, she thinks that Ileosa is only putting up with her.

She's clever in the way of wizards. Cleverer than most wizards.

But in mindset she's the lowest of peasants. The Academae's other apprentices, peers or wealthy commoners, likely walked all over her.

Ragathiel is the Angel of Vengeance. This spacey soft-spoken samsaran has hidden depths.

But gives away relatively little besides her nervousness.

Ileosa will have her chance to learn more in a private conversation, and until then she'll avoid giving offense. A propensity towards fits of righteous anger is useful in a stooge if and only if there's a hilt there you can grasp.