Mind alteration: Psionics

You told him that you had practiced psionics, capable of warping the minds of targets and bending them to your own purposes. Your purposes, of course, would be Geod’s purposes, as in all things.

The man scoffed. “Psychic magics, hm? Not something you’ll find in my library. This must have been extracurricular,” he mused, rubbing his chin with one gloved finger. “Still, the application is readily apparent. These magics can be used to turn demon spawn against one another, or to combat their own twisted mental suggestions. I do not begrudge you your learning.”

He leaned forward onto the desk, his elbows causing the old oak to creak and groan. “But keep your head, squire. Do not think to wield such magics against your own allies or do anything that would be an affront to Geod. Hypnosis, glamors… these are reserved for the enemies. You can imagine the penalty if any squire were to be found tampering with the blessed mind of a saintess.”

You gulped nervously at the thought.

Fastner leaned back, not smiling, but with a voice of dry jest. “You’re to become the favorite man of these women. What use have you to control their minds? Trust me, the last thing those women are going to do is fear you in the first place.” He crossed his arms and lowered his head in thought. "What you really need to worry about is the brain-eaters. They say psionic powers originated with them. Certain among the demon forces are uncanny resistant to psionics, so be ready to pivot to a new strategy...

You released a held-in sigh.