Dispater is in many places at once, in this Palace rising like a great metal knife thrust through and out of Dis's center. Not after the fashion of a god splintering its attentions across planes and planets; the greater portion of Himself is here. But He has hardly been giving all His attention to Carissa Sevar.
Now that attention gathers, to decide for true upon Sevar's price as He offers it. There will be no negotiations here, He will make His one offer and the other will accept or else walk away with some probability; it was marked in Hell that this much strategy Golarion had now learned. 30 Wishes is to Him an expenditure that even He will notice as unusual, but if Sevar's true value is much greater than He should not risk losing it by trying to buy lower.
The blur about Him grows stronger, the ruby topping His badge of office blazes up brighter like a lidless flaming eye.
He's not annoyed. Just looking at you.
Make a Will save or be frozen in utter terror and horror. DC 37.