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Ah, yes, the "Hell serves Cheliax" idea. Even within the Chelish church, many also feel that the Nobility does not give Devil's proper respect.

"That's the nut of the problem, yes. It's not even a matter of the strong ruling the weak. They ARE weak, but are using money and magic for the purpose of binding devils for the fool's errand of holding the rotting husk of Old Cheliax together."

With that, the grim expression fades from the handsome aasimar's face and he gives a wry chuckle.

"Yes Nonnie, you are quite right. Politics and religion make for poor topics at friendly social gatherings. Perhaps another tune from one of our bardically-inclined members? Do you know anything from The Trials of Larozod?"

"Well, it's a complicated and nuanced argument Jander," the smiling, pleasant aasimar explains, his face shifting to an uncharacteristic grimness.
"While I respect the House of Thrune as the legitimate authority of Cheliax, there are those within the church that do not approve of the binding of devils simply to prop up temporal rule.
Look at it this way, if you will. Devils are, in essence, the reformed souls of mortals (our ancestors) who have been blessed with manifestation as higher beings. I acknowledge that it's perfectly fine and acceptable to occasionally call on our ancient ancestors for help, say by the use of Summoning or Planar Ally spells, but it is a perversion of the relationship to force them to serve us as bound servants.
It's not that I disapprove of slavery per se, but the relationship and natural order of things has been truncated for mortal gain, instead of for the glory of Asmodeus.
Would you approve if a failing state bound archons to prop up their regime?"

Father Palatino sits next to Amedeo and Jander, smiles openly and takes a sip of wine.
"It's really quite simple, dear cousins. The World Wound poses a serious threat to us all. Not only do demons sow carnage and chaos on the material plane, but they claim mortal souls. Souls that they have no right to. The Silver Crusade is home to a high concentration of professional demon hunters; paladins, inquisitors, what have you. What better way to fight the forces of the Abyss than to lend aid to those specialists? The enemy of my enemy, right?"
The red robed cleric waves a hand nonchalantly.
"Sure, it means that I might have to cooperate with servants of the Inheritor and the Dawnflower, but you'd be surprised how much a have in common dogmatically.
In addition to that mission, for which my diplomatic skills and affable nature are well suited, there is the matter of the House of Thrune, whom I do not support."

The giant with the dead girl seems to have left. Perhaps you'd like to sit and I can take a moment or two to chat with you about the merits of joining the silver crusade. I believe that there are inroads to be made for members of our faith. Now about that drink...

"Welcome, cousin! It's heartening to see that I'm not the only aasimar who follows the teachings of The Prince of Law. Buy you a drink?"

I don't think the corpse will have much to say without an infusion of negative energy or a small fortune in diamonds.

The angelic aasimar in red robes and a breastplate rises slowly to his feet, his face an impassive mask in spite of the sudden disturbance.

"I'm very sorry to see that you have lost a friend, good sir. We Pathfinders sometimes find that life is nasty, brutish...and regrettably short. Is there anything that I can do to help ease her passage and your pain? Perhaps I can assist you in observing proper burial rites, or aid you in the execution of her last will and testament?"

"Have you heard the rumors surrounding the World Wound? It sounds like the denizens of the Abyss are up to some naughtiness. Personally, I hope that the Society and our crusade play an active part in combating their activities. It will a fine opportunity for me to be able to prove myself to my fellow Crusaders. Cooperation between the forces of Law against these unclean agents of Chaos can only help to foster trust and understanding between what is predominantly an organization of Iomedeans and myself, a devout Asmodean."

"If you must know, I am from the City of Westcrown, in the Empire of Cheliax." She pauses just a moment to let that sink in. "However, it has been a long time since I have been there, and I no longer tend to think of it as home."

The youthful-looking aasimar looks sadly at the armoured woman and shakes his head.

"Well Seimei, my friend, when I am not doing the work of the Prince of Law or running errands for The Society, I collect and study legal texts from around the world and other planes. I am especially fascinated with contracts and criminal law.
You don't perchance happen to know where I can get my hands on a Tien treatise on the social forms to be followed in execution of vendetta law or the legal implications of wars by proxy, do you?"

Be careful around gnomes, my friends. The last one I encountered turned out to be a Glabrezu.

Always happy to serve. As a priest of The Prince of Law, I am also a fully licenced advocate. I am very good at drafting contracts and have served as the defense for several bandits in Varisia (after their capture when they attempted to rob Kalkamedes- my dear personal friend). They were hanged, of course, but I managed to talk the magistrate down from having them sold as slaves in Riddleport. That would have been immoral.

A handsome, young-looking aasimar with the noble features and alabaster skin of a statue of an angel joins the gathering. Under a masterwok breastplate, he is wearing red robes trimmed with black flames and a heavy mace hands from his belt.
"Well met indeed, my friends," he says as he bows his head in humility. "I find that many of the goals of the Crusade are noble indeed. An ordered society that seeks to protect even its lowest members from the agents of chaos, be they from the Abyss or more temporal sources, is a lo lofty goal indeed. That is why, with the imminent closing of my beloved shadow lodge, I, Brother Palatino, have pledged my service to the Silver Crusade. I will strive earnestly to bring order and law to a world of disorder and lawlessness, all in the name of our great society and the Prince of Law."

Cheliax is greatest country in the world,
all other countries run by little girls.
Cheliax number one exporter of halflingslaves,
all other countries inferior haflingslaves.