"Ione Sala has been filling some of that role, though she doesn't try to talk me into or out of anything.  I'm also worried that if Asmodia was around I'd be, moved by her in an uncalculating way, and then that's one more person where Pharasma can look through me to Asmodia... I'll think about it."

Through the portal and into the time-dilated demiplane.

"Everybody out, unless you want to quickly make the case that your work is time-sensitive and near a critical path," he says loudly enough for it to fill the small demiplane.

"Ione Sala has been filling some of that role, though she doesn't try to talk me into or out of anything.  I'm also worried that if Asmodia was around I'd be, moved by her in an uncalculating way, and then that's one more person where Pharasma can look through me to Asmodia... I'll think about it."

Through the portal and into the time-dilated demiplane.

"Green glowing glitter.  Everybody out, unless you want to quickly make the case that your work is time-sensitive and near a critical path," he says loudly enough for it to fill the small demiplane.

"Ione Sala has been filling some of that role, though she doesn't try to talk me into or out of anything.  I'm also worried that if Asmodia was around I'd be, moved by her in an uncalculating way, and then that's one more person where Pharasma can look through me to Asmodia... I'll think about it."

Through the portal and into the time-dilated demiplane, murmuring "Green glowing glitter" as he enters.  The Forbiddance edge is marked with green paint on the ground; nobody has put up an illusion on it as yet.

"Everybody out, unless you want to quickly make the case that your work is time-sensitive and near a critical path," he says loudly enough for it to fill the small demiplane.

"Ione Sala has been filling some of that role, though she doesn't try to talk me into or out of anything.  I'm also worried that if Asmodia was around I'd be, moved by her in an uncalculating way, and then that's one more person where Pharasma can look through me to Asmodia... I'll think about it."

Through the portal and into the time-dilated demiplane, murmuring "Green glowing glitter" as he enters.  The Forbiddance edge is marked with green paint on the ground; nobody has put up an illusory curtain across it as yet.

"Everybody out, unless you want to quickly make the case that your work is time-sensitive and near a critical path," he says loudly enough for it to fill the small demiplane.