"Extremely," agrees Kaylo. "Over any prolonged period of time, anyway. Maybe you'd get hypocrite Erubian colonists willing to interact with magic on a one-time basis to get away from it forever?"

"Perhaps."

"Ryganaavlanik may or may not come in that much hypocrite, they'd probably just try to slaughter anyone who asked them anyway." Kaylo snorts. "Maybe if you wake up they'll think they went to a lovely magicless Heaven. This only applies to the ones who died there since the cultural revolution, s'pose..."

"I usually don't concern myself with the inevitable culture shock of new arrivals. Would you like me to give you the restoration property? It might be convenient not to have to be woken and retrieved after death. Although I suppose I might have to wait until you visit my domain to make the change, because the circle could interfere if I tried it here."

"I don't know what will or won't interfere with you doing things, but in general if you can do anything much through that diagram it's unexpected. Restoration property sounds great as long as it won't, like, make me a midget in the one form and eternally looking like a teenager in the other, or screw up my CC, or anything. I'd like to see somebody else with the property get a spell to work is the big thing I'd want."

"Your CC will remain unchanged, and you will be subject to the same four-thousand-year upper bound as the rest of your species. But you can wait until you have seen a retrieved person cast a spell if you like."

"The four thousand year upper bound leaves how aging works in assumed forms the same as it currently is, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, that's not broken and doesn't require fixing. Hmmmmm, anything else preliminary to cover or should I go talk to a Sand Dusk Chanter about prayer spells?"

"You may as well go and talk to a Sand Dusk Chanter about prayer spells."

"Okay. If you start having to screen out howling religious visitors in the next while, I'm Kaylo, you can key me to the ward in particular instead of letting anybody open the door so you can see if they're me."

"Noted."

Kaylo waves and lets himself out.

While she waits, she doubles the minimum residence space - bumping quantities in existing accounts as appropriate - and designs and implements a water-filled storage and transit system for the merfolk, including a link to the new Central Tower Station and water channels going right up to the future locations of the paired circles. She also distributes an announcement to the guides describing their new resposibilities. (The torturers and judges have already been decommissioned.)

"...Kaylo was in here?" asks Keo. "He's offering to design complicated spells? He's still a student, albeit a talented one."

"I found him charming."

"Did you just smile?" says Eights. "I didn't know you smiled."

"What was Kaylo even doing here? I suppose he has a class with Korulen... Well, he can try the spell, but I'll want to look it over and get an opinion from Narax too."

"He suggested your brother as caster," she adds. "If payment is required, I can instantiate objects of value, such as lost items which may be of interest to archaeologists. I also got the impression that members of your species might be interested in learning that a new form of aware life has been developing in what he called the Taavlas Isles for the last year and a half."

"Narax is my brother," Keo specifies. "I'll get Kanaat on writing to museums and such. ...And that's embarrassing."

"So I am informed."

"...I'm missing something," says Eights. "Should I continue missing it?"

"Yes please," sighs Keo.