"If you interrupt her, I expect she'll be glad you did."

"I can't interrupt her, the seminar is in a demiplane and I don't have a fork. I can see if her familiar is available."

"Alright. I'll wait here until she's available." She sits in a corner and writes an update for Cam on one of the papers, using her shield as a lap desk.

Eventually the secretary leaves with Samora's letter of introduction, comes back, and says Morgethai is in her office. He gives Samora a token that opens a secret door which leads to a winding passage and another door which opens into a starry night with no discernible floor or ceiling.

Ooookay she will stick a foot out and see if there's a floor.

There's a floor! It's just invisible. Duh.

Fair enough. Archmages. She shuffles out into the starry void. 

It's rather pretty.

And the next time she blinks, there is an elf, ageless and lovely and robed in blue and white, with hands that can sweep away armies and eyes that have seen the sun rise over other worlds. 

"Hello. I'm told you have an interesting problem."

This is so much more intimidating than either of the previous times she's told this story but here goes.

Morgethai interrupts with questions about every twelve seconds, evaluating her story with a mind before which the world is a system of equations. 

"Did you feel the air temperature or pressure change at the moment you opened the door, or the moment you stepped through it? Were there any ways in which you might have benefitted from a Planar Adaptation while inside?" 

"Was the demon's magical aura composed of a multiple of seven 12-5 torus knots?". . . "Fair. Did it look more like this illusion or this one?"

"Did the diamond appear all at once, or start from a single point and grow from there? Was the air warmer afterward? Same questions about the napkins."

"Did the statue include details of your appearance the demon appeared to be unable to see?"

"The translation effect: did it work by making the napkins appear in your native language, or by giving you the ability to understand the language they were in?"

She has answers for most of those! Not the magic aura ones, because she lost the spell almost immediately and probably wouldn't have remembered the structure that well even if she'd had ten minutes to stare at it, but everything else she was paying careful attention at the time.

"Fascinating. What you have described is flatly impossible."

"Yes, madam provost. I believe I am not enchanted because other people have behaved as though they perceived what I was perceiving at all points when there were other people present, but I have no way of guaranteeing it."

"I don't suppose you'd agree to a Dominate Person, just to check that there's no-one else in there already."

This is unmistakably Felandriel Morgethai. It's not as though she couldn't just knock Samora unconscious and then land one if she meant ill. "If it's just for that, I'm alright with it."

She reads a scroll. "Answer truthfully: have you been acting of your own free will for all of today, and have you lied to me?"

"I have obeyed the orders of lawful superiors but have acted entirely of my own will otherwise. I have not lied to you, or made any attempt to cause you to believe any false thing, nor have I attempted to conceal from you any truth I believe you would find important. I do not believe my memory, perceptions, or goals to have been magically altered with the exception of the translation effect."

Morgethai snaps the spell. "Thank you. I appreciate your indulging my paranoia; your story seemed too perfectly designed to lure me out of my tower and use up my ninth circle spells. I'm sure you know Cheliax would love to catch me out of position. But if the time-pausing effect works as advertised I should be gone for less than a minute, and return freshly rested."

"Then you'll come and see it? And potentially do the resurrections?"

"Of course! The only reason I would possibly pass up a chance to see a time-warping demiplane from outside Creation and throw around dozens of Wishes without endangering my country would be if it was a trap--and even then I'd aim to break the trap in a way that still let me see it. Visualize a convenient teleport location and fail your save, please. Detect Thoughts. Excellent, this way."

And as soon as they're out of the demiplane, Morgethai taps Samora's hand and they're in the chapel.

Guy on the door is still on the door. Comes to high alert when he sees the archmage, relaxes a little when he sees Samora smiling reassuringly at him.

Cam's been sitting around letting people interrogate him and is stress-eating his way through a basket of popcorn chicken and fries.

Once the door guard has been convinced to close the door for Andoran national security: "Hello Cam, I'm here to resurrect your dead acquaintances in exchange for the diamonds to do it with. One per day, but with all the time magic floating around--" dismissive hand gesture. "Also I have roughly a thousand questions about your magic, if you're willing to answer them. How's your algebraic topology?"

"I have math only in support of engineering and medicine, so, bad. I am not ready to resurrect the people I can't resurrect myself yet but I can set up an assembly line in the backyard."