Yeah, it raises a lot of interesting questions.

Also, why is her Asmodeus cool with such a messy calendar? Axis hates it when calendars are like that, and Asmodeus tends to join with the Axiomites on things like this to show off how orderly he is, so why would he be okay with this mess?

Maybe the Lawful coalition can't alter the sun's orbit or the day length so they're pretending they don't want to?

Well, that's a hypothesis, sure.

Meanwhile, Carissa can explain how resurrections work. She thinks that the Church of Abadar sells them to pretty much anyone who can pay and nobody else is really sanctioning them for that general policy, but she's not the most up to date on the actions of the churches of lesser gods. Especially if they're ones who are sane enough to be Lawful and recognize the might of Lord Asmodeus and don't oppose him much so she doesn't need to expect to fight their followers.

And eventually…

«Hey. Are you going to cooperate with us re-casting the spell for you to breathe or do we have to knock you out for it?»

Could just be an excuse to get her to fail a save against Detect Thoughts. «I'm not challenging your capacity to knock me out for it, but if you want to not do that for some reason I'm going to insist on actually observing everyone with line of effect to me.»

There is a touch on the back of her neck, and an experience like a somewhat gentler version of blows with a sap or a really wimpy version of Admonishing Ray but delivered very directly and repeatedly.

And while she's down, she'll also get hit with Dream Feast again for whenever she actually gets to sleep. She had some rations on her but those should probably be emergency reserves and it's probably a pain to eat without doing any breathing.

Healing a bit of nonlethal damage is trivial, she'll be back up in no time.

Where is she, why can't she see or hear anything–

Right. The really weird interrogation.

Since her captors like trivia, would they like a bunch of Asmodean doctrine?

Yeah, sure, why not.

Unfortunately, this thrilling recitation is interrupted by Carissa being picked up and moved at speed.

Into a range where, despite her ear coverings blocking all other noise, there is an audible Screeeeeeeeeeech

«We spotted an astradaemon, er, high-power daemon, but it ran off. You're in the safest area we can find now that isn't alone and senseless in a Bag of Holding.»

«If you'd prefer to be back in there you can be, though. You can expect a screech like that about once a minute if you're not. You probably should be there for sleep. We're investigating a Rope Trick for noise mitigation but since you can't breathe any better in there than in the bag you don't get priority access to it.»

Either she can stand this, or she can't, but if she can't she doesn't want to reveal that it's a good way to mess with her. «I'm fine telling you about the glory of Lord Asmodeus from out here, thanks. Don't suppose we could work out a deal where you let me get into fighting condition in case some daemons come back again?»

«The Jubjub Bird can eat astradaemons pretty easily and you're not that powerful a combatant.» Also, trying to make deals with Asmodeans is deeply frustrating and to be avoided if feasible.

Well, then a lecture on Asmodeanism can continue. With frequent interruptions. Her ears don't hurt even after hours, but she's not sure she's really hearing this through her ears per se.

And eventually she'll ask to be moved somewhere quieter. The worst these people seem likely to do is say no.

Sensory sensations that at least fit with being placed in a Bag of Holding, followed by silence.

And sleep.

And Carissa dreams. She's back in Cheliax, and she's been invited to some minor noble's dinner party for nebulous reasons, and keeping track of all the guests is terrifying but the food is amazing and there's a lot of it. Someone keeps pouring her more wine and looking at her insistently, to her dismay, but it is good wine and she can't exactly refuse it. And she's being led to a bedchamber, and threatened into … drinking several large glasses of water? Weird kink and/or poison administration method.

And then she wakes up, breathless in utter silence and darkness and still probably in a Bag of Holding, and feeling sated for unclear reasons. Her throat isn't dry anymore. But the dinner party was clearly a dream, none of it really made much sense. Eating and drinking in a dream isn't supposed to make you actually less hungry or thirsty. Probably some specialized spell. She'd love to see the pattern for it.

Is there anything to be gained from feigning unconsciousness? Probably not. «Hi.»

…right, no comms within the Bag. Presumably they'll pull her out at some point. It's a reasonable time to pray.

Lord Asmodeus, please guide me to act towards Your will. If it best serves You that I distract a silly paladin and her party, I shall do so, and if I would better serve You elsewhere I ask that you grant me an opportunity to do so. Please shield Your loyal tool from daemons such that she may serve you in this life and the next. I yearn to see the day when You conquer the other gods and show them the errors of their defiance, particularly those of Abaddon, who seek to destroy that which ought to be Yours, not merely withhold it. Et cetera.

She can keep going for a while.