It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around idly a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as a spell to keep him warm, since the roof had no visible infrared heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Lawful thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around idly a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no visible infrared heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Lawful thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around idly a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no visible infrared heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Lawful thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no visible infrared heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Lawful thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no obvious switchable infrared-lamp-heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Lawful thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no obvious switchable infrared-lamp-heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Law-aspiring thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no obvious switchable infrared-lamp-heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Law-aspiring thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?  Or maybe devils told them how to make stairs.

(He's aware it's not a very plausible theory.  But sometimes when you don't get something, it can be productive to play with impossible theories, or even frustrated yelling at reality, in case that knocks something loose.)

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no obvious switchable infrared-lamp-heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Law-aspiring thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?  Or maybe devils told them how to make stairs.

(He's aware it's not a very plausible theory.  But sometimes when you don't get something, it can be productive to play with impossible theories, or even frustrated yelling at reality, in case that knocks something loose; so long as you don't just keep on doing that.)

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, and this fact was supposed to be a secret, they would be hiding this fact itself from him by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no obvious switchable infrared-lamp-heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Law-aspiring thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?  Or maybe devils told them how to make stairs.

(He's aware it's not a very plausible theory.  But sometimes when you don't get something, it can be productive to play with impossible theories, or even frustrated yelling at reality, in case that knocks something loose; so long as you don't just keep on doing that.)

It got a little cold and lonely up on the roof without Carissa to lean against.

Keltham solved this problem by going down, wandering around randomly for a bit, not seeing any security anywhere he looked, calling out for "Security?" in a not especially loud voice, seeing somebody step around a corner a third of a minute later, and, you know, you would think that if this whole place had elaborate tunnels in the walls for security to hide, and that was being kept secret and not told to him, they would be hiding this fact by having some visible security officers but fine.  Anyways, Keltham then asked if there was such a thing as magic to keep him warm, since the roof had no obvious switchable infrared-lamp-heaters, and the problem got solved.

After that, the roof was about as good a place to think as his bedroom, with an increased probability of later Carissa materialization.

Keltham is currently wondering if maybe Golarion just sort of... collectively lacks the form of Law-aspiring thought where, if you have a problem, you try to think of a way you could rearrange reality such that you wouldn't have the problem anymore.

It would explain everything he's seen, in one sense.  But explains too many things he hasn't seen, in another.  Somebody invented stairs as a solution to the problem of climbing to the roof, thereby falsifying the general form of the theory.  Maybe that was before they invented wizard-based contraception and bred intelligence out of themselves, though?  Or maybe devils told them how to make stairs.

(He's aware it's not a very plausible theory.  But sometimes when you don't get something, it can be productive to play with impossible theories, or even frustrated yelling at reality, in case that knocks something loose; so long as you don't just keep on doing that.)