:Yes, I think his earning potential is not one of our top worries. Anyway. I - wished to propose...: And he describes his idea, briefly and neutrally. 

Yfandes is silent, clearly taken aback. 

:...Hmm. Normally I would say the last thing Vanyel needs is any encouragement to solve his problems by exploding at them, but - this is a rather significant problem, and - a neater solution than most of the others. And it'd be temporary...: She still feels deeply reluctant. 

:Could you cope with it: 

:For a time. How long does the spell take: 

:Not long. Roughly ten minutes: 

:- I could cope. If this much is at stake...: The steel-bright ringing quality in her mindvoice intensifies. :I'm willing to do it. Er, maybe let me tell him, it's a slightly touchy topic: 

:Yes, of course: He's very relieved. 

They get back to Leareth's room, and Vanyel makes a number of faces for a minute or two.

"You know," he says to Leareth finally, lightly, "I wouldn't have ever thought killing myself would be the actual best solution to a problem, and if someone had told me you would be the person to suggest it, I'd've thought they were crazy." 

"It is a somewhat absurd plan, but - I genuinely think it makes sense, here." Pause. "In case you are worried, I have called a Final Strike, before, it does not–"

"It doesn't hurt. I know." 

Leareth is not going to ask how he knows that. 

"If everyone else is on board then I'll do it." Honestly it sounds easier, in some ways, than a normal fight. Less thinking required. Point at enemies, explosion, repeat. He doesn't like the fact that his greatest strength is killing things with fire, but it is what it is, and it seems more justified than usual for Evil beings. And - fewer deaths in the long run, probably, if they can win here. 

Nod. "I appreciate it. Our allies here are willing to help, I think, if we can supply the diamonds. Anyway, there is another thing I wished to ask." 

He gives a brief, neutral description of the call for Mindspeakers. 

Vanyel nods. He can fill in enough of the gaps, there. "I can certainly ask. Probably we'll get some volunteers." 

Yfandes, listening via Vanyel, jumps in again. :Honestly, Companions are pretty good at this. We can all Mindspeak the non-Gifted, which only very strong human Mindspeakers can do, there are a few other than Van but - gods, Tran isn't in any shape for a war: Mental sigh. :Hellfires. I wish Taver were alive. He can Mindspeak any Companion in Valdemar, his range is incredible, and he can Broadsend more easily, his attention is set up that way...: 

"Taver is the Groveborn. Do you think he would even agree to help - if it meant cooperating with me, and fighting gods..." 

"He knew about you - about our conversations, I mean. Not that it matters, at this point." 

"Well. We do have the capacity to make Resurrection-grade diamonds." 

Vanyel just stares blankly at him for a moment. 

"- You think...?" 

"I am not sure. Abadar was negotiating with the Velgarth deities on matters such as whether Golarion's resurrection would work on Velgarth natives, in Velgarth. But it seems at least worth asking the pharaoh, since Taver's presence might be such a game-changer. If you think he would agree." 

He makes a face. "I doubt he'd agree to fight the gods in Velgarth. But - these ones aren't his gods, and Asmodeus seems pretty unambiguously evil, I don't think it's all that complicated." Valdemar protects innocents. "If the King is on board with this, I think he'd find that compelling." 

:I'm not sure. But - seems plausible, anyway: 

"Then I think it is worth asking the pharaoh. We ought tell him of our success with the diamonds anyway. Come with me?" 

It's not until halfway down the hall that it occurs to Vanyel how horrifically awkward this is probably going to be for Tran. 

The pharaoh tells them to sit. It's very hard to catch, you'd have to be looking very closely, but he's paler than when Leareth talked to him a couple hours ago, and tireder looking.