Someone has clearly attempted to make this room seem welcoming, but "welcoming windowless room" is a bit of a constraint. Still, it has ample light from a Continual Flame, walls painted in light colors, and a reasonably comfortable chair. Down the middle of the room is a folding room divider, with images of the Summerlands painted onto it (though without the religious context, it might just look like a particularly idealized field). There's a small gap under the divider, but not enough to see more than the Select's feet.

"Good afternoon," says someone from the other side of the divider. "I am Select Lelia Lepori. Please make yourself comfortable."

"Uh.  I've never done this before.  I just escaped from Cheliax..."

"That's alright," she says in a reassuring tone. "I'm glad you came to us for guidance." Pause. "There isn't one single right or wrong way to do spiritual counseling, so you don't need to worry that you're going to make a mistake. Some people are looking for guidance about what sorts of things are Good and Evil, or true information about the gods and the afterlives. Some people want advice on how to make up for the Evil deeds they've done in the past, or how to resist the temptation to fall back into Evil habits, or how to determine the right thing to do in the future. Some people might have found themselves in situations where figuring out the right thing was particularly difficult, and want to talk through the situation. All of those are reasonable to want. I expect I will be better at giving you advice if you're honest with me — I'm sworn not to willingly repeat what you discuss with me without your permission — but if there are matters you aren't ready to discuss yet, you won't be in trouble, it just means that my advice might be worse. If you want to take a break at any point, or to leave, that's also allowed."

Her reassuring tone helps him to speak smoothly.

"That all sounds helpful.  I'll admit my single strongest motivation is to avoid an eternity of suffering... last I checked I was Chaotic Evil.  I would find it helpful to have concrete goals to aim for, even if that's not exactly how alignment or judgement works.  So, ]things to do to make up for specific Evils, things to avoid- uh-" he stammers a moment "- I think the specific Evils I did that got me to read Evil were a product of circumstances in Cheliax, but I guess your expert opinion on how likely that is to be true, and if not what extra steps I should take to avoid repeating them would be helpful.  I do have a few specific questions about if certain things count as Good or Evil.  And some questions about ways to contribute money to causes and how much Good that will count for."

He's aware he's kind of rambling a bit, he'll try to focus down... "I would like a specific targetable plan of avoid some things, rearrange some habits of thought, and donate so much money here or there, in order to hit Chaotic Neutral within some specific number of years and Chaotic or Neutral Good in another number of years.  I'm aware that's not quite how things work but, uh, as long as that strategy isn't unrecommended it would give me something to aim for."

He almost stops to let the Select speak, but he wants to make sure he covers everything, so he adds one more thing.  "I am definitely willing to accurately explain what I've done if that would be helpful for figuring out how to make Good faster or exactly how much Evil I have to make up for."

"Those all seem reasonable to me — as you note, it isn't always possible to exactly quantify how Evil a specific Evil deed is, but we can definitely come up with a plan along those lines, probably with some margin for error. If you're strong enough to detect that makes things a bit easier, as it should be easy to determine when you've hit Neutral. —Our understanding is that detectable alignment does not necessarily correspond to afterlife destination, and in particular that an Evildoer who sincerely seeks to atone for their Evil deeds may find that their alignment aura lingers past the point when they would be damned to an Evil afterlife, but of course it's safer not to take that risk. Do you want to start by talking through what you've done, or was there anything else you wanted to discuss first?"

"As a general thing, uh, citations of research and books that in turn explain their methods and evidence in detail will be helpful to me.  Like the example I was most impressed by that I heard of recently was the Osirion project with scrying dead people."

"Is there a preferred order?  Should I go in chronological order forward or backwards or start with the things I feel most guilty about or least guilty about?  How much contextual detail do you want or need?"

He thinks a moment.

"Oh, and do you already know about the most common Chelish things everyone in Cheliax does, like, uh, I guess whipping each other in school probably counts for a little bit of Evil?  But I probably would have forgotten to mention it if I was listing thing about myself in particular."

"Chronological order would most likely be easiest to keep track of. If there is context relevant to understanding your actions, or that substantially changes your actions, please provide it, but you don't have to give every detail that could possibly be relevant — if I have questions, I can ask them. I am familiar with the sorts of Evils that Cheliax demands of its subjects, but there's enough regional variation that it would still be helpful to mention them if possible, in case some of the things you were doing were less common than you expect. However, it's normal for people to have imperfect memories, or to be unsure which conduct was actually Evil; forgetting about genuinely minor incidents is unlikely to make a significant difference." Pause. "If you've engaged in the same action many times without substantial differences, you don't need to describe each incident separately, but it would be helpful to provide an estimate of how many times it occurred."

"Well I guess I'll start shortly after I had gotten expelled from the wizard school.  Even just one year of schooling the load you down with a lot of debt and I was thinking about how I was going to deal with it long term.  I struggled with you know, laundry wizardry and scrivening and such for a bit the first year after, during which time I fixed the flaws in my scaffold enough to be more consistent to get first circle spells regularly.  There are so many wizards, the price in cities and bigger towns for spells get driven down, so I figured I would do a circuit selling spells in little villages too small to have a wizard.  I scrimped up what money I could and promised more bribes and managed to get a travel pass to do such a circuit.  Except I still wasn't making that much money, people out in the back country don't have much cash or coin.  The debt was growing over time, the schools occasionally you know, like have people far enough behind on their debt indentured to make examples out of them to the rest of the people that owe them money.  One of the spells I had, infernal healing, if someone's seriously injured enough they would be obviously willing to pay a lot of money for it, except most of the peasants didn't have that much money in the first place.  So I came up with a debt scheme of my own.  I found a Mammonite willing to help write a contract for a reasonable sum up front, and then I kept up my circuit, but kept an eye out for people really desperate for healing.  I had managed five such contracts before I found, uh some other stuff I'm going to need to explain."

He's still leaving too much out.

"I had a pretty straightforward penalty clause for selling my debtors into indentured servitude if they fell too far behind on payments.  I used, or uh, tried to use that term on three of the five, uh, one had disappeared entirely, and one, uh, I don't think they actually got indentured but something else happened that was probably bad for them, and uh, one was straightforwardly indentured into a bad indenture."

He waits to see if the Select is going to ask for any more detail, then remembers one more detail.

"Oh, and there was one person that probably came close to dying because they wouldn't sign the debt contract or let any of their family sign it for them (even for a tenth the usual rate I charged) so I refused to heal them.  Uh, I think they lived?  I'm not sure how much Evil that counts for."

"That was overall, like a five year period of my life?  I guess six if I'm counting the year of laundry wizardry and scrivening."

"What sort of bad indenture? And when you say 'something else happened that was probably bad for them', could you be more specific?"

“For the bad indenture, I think the person I sold her to probably wanted her for prostitution although the bothered having a pretense otherwise?  I think it was for twenty years, except there are plenty of ways to make an indenture last longer.  Time injured doesn’t count.  Time pregnant doesn’t count.  People holding indentures have various ways of charging their indentured extra money that can turn into extra time.  Indenture contracts can occasionally have terms somewhat moderating what can be done to the indentured and the contract I sold had none.  And she had a baby I’m not sure she would have been able to take care of while indentured.” 

“And the contract where I think something else happened… the person I sold to was a priest of Baphomet, who recruited me into his cult, and I think they resold the would-be indenture to another branch of the cult that leveraged that man into some scheme or involvement with the cult, but I’m not sure because the cult used a cell organization and compartmentalized information and I kind of wanted to leave that previous part of my life behind me so I never tried to find out.”

He’s expecting to hear some disgust or at least a bit of judgement in the Select’s voice.

"Can you tell me more about how you became involved with the cult of Baphomet? Were you aware at the time that it was a cult of Baphomet?"

(She doesn't sound disgusted, or even necessarily judgmental; she sounds a bit confused, a bit surprised, a bit concerned.)

"Right, so the my third time looking to sell one of my debt-contractors out to someone that would indenture them, I met this man I thought was a priest of Asmodeus at the time, he went by the name Gery.  He presented himself as a traveling adventurer-priest.  He bought the debt contractor for a higher price than I had expected to get, and then got me involved in this scheme.  It basically amounted to robbing some guards, you know the sort that check travel passes.  I didn't like these particular guards for extracting bigger bribes than was normal.  Gery swore his scheme was legal, and in fact would serve his God in showing those Guards their proper place, and the I would be rewarded for helping and wouldn't get in trouble, and after apparently thinking over my wording carefully, repeated his oath with my suggestions on the wording just to reassure me.  We pulled it off.  Afterwards, he revealed the truth, that he was a priest of Baphomet, and he wanted to test my skill, and he was impressed by it.  He offered to let me go my own way, even described exactly how I could be sure to get away cleanly, but also offered that we could accomplish a lot together in tearing down Asmodeus.  He said he liked my cleverness with my debt-contracts, but I should be using my cleverness against Asmodeus instead of for him.  He had this grand speech about how we could pay back Asmodeus's technical truths and subtle deceptions with blatant lies, tear up his contracts, twist his hierarchy against itself, tear down his order, pay his cruelty back sevenfold-"

He cuts himself off.  He was getting too excited describing it.  Recalling that speech still kind of brings a smile to his face, even after hearing Gery repeat the speech dozens of times more over the years and realizing the nature of the flatteries employed he can't bring himself to hate Gery.

"I figured I was already in, and it couldn't be an Asmodean loyalty test with all the oaths involved saying otherwise, and I actually liked what he had to say about tearing down Asmodeus.  Gery had a few men waiting as back up, and we murdered those guards just because we could, and uh, I was a cultist of Baphomet for the next seven and a half- I guess closer to 8 years- of my life, up until around a week ago."

He pauses for questions.

(Someone is importing Baphomet cultists into Andoran?? —not the point right now.)

"The impulse to resist Asmodeus is a Good one, but it sounds as if Baphomet's servants directed it towards grave Evils." Pause. "Can you tell me more about the murder. You say you — did it because you could? Did it occur to you that it might be wrong, or that you could refuse?"