"- noted, I guess? We can tell them to send their payment requests in advance so we can work it out in advance."

"Yeah, that works."

"Can I help you guys with anything else?" says the cleric of Iomedae.

"I'm not super clear on our next steps here. Or if we can expect everyone around to speak Taldane."

"Most people here won't speak Taldane, though in a crowd there'll generally be some who do. I think Carissa also has Tongues. If you wanted to trade with Razmir for powerful magic items, his delegates could meet you here, or if you're more paranoid than that drop items off here. If you want to talk to people, we can generally bring them here to you.

The Church of Iomedae is - expending significant resources to help keep you both safe, and we would appreciate the compensation you'd give the Church of Abadar for that."

" - and how much would you say that would be?"

"On this short notice I'd charge seven, eight thousand pounds for this."

"You can make her five ounces of spellsilver, if you'd like," she says to Cam.

Five ounces of spellsilver, in canola oil in a sugar vial.

"I do think," says the cleric, taking it, "that most people who shouldn't serve Heaven should probably go to Axis or the Maelstrom or Elysium or Nirvana. There's just - not really any reason to go to Hell instead of one of those. Hell won't respect your commitment. They'll think you're stupid for it."

"I have noticed that Axis seems to have a lot to recommend itself. I assume you prefer Heaven over Axis because you think otherwise people you care about will be conquered by Hell, and I feel kind of similarly except I'm scared they'll be destroyed by Heaven."

"- look, wars happen when it's not obvious who'll win. When it is obvious who'll win, the losing side just surrenders. We'll war with Hell either way. With more resources, we might not have to destroy it."

"So you admit that you might."

"- yes! Hell is really really bad! We absolutely might! But if we can afford not to, we won't."

"I was wondering if you had some sort of approach in mind that would bloodlessly take Cheliax, fix Hell, that sort of thing, without killing people, if you came by enough material objects."

" - I don't know what all it's possible to do. That's - definitely what we'd aspire to -

- actually, you know what we'd need, to find a way to fix Hell, is -

- I'll have someone write you."

"'fixing' Hell sounds like something I might be on board with!"

"I sincerely hope you are and also I actually think this conversation is at this point above my clearance level and I'm going to Plane Shift directly to Heaven and escalate it."

"Are we just supposed to stand around or is there some way we can, like, rent a place."

"This whole building is all yours! You are welcome to furnish it and so on, you can hire people if you want."

"Am I welcome to furnish it and so on," says Cam. "Am I welcome to furnish it if and only if I can verify that there are only four structurally important ingredients in all the furniture I would be copying and that they are all things you know about or will you take my assurance that I am not fucking with you about the furniture."

"If we can get a truth spell in here and a better operationalization of 'fucking with' I'll take the truth spell about whether you're fucking with me about the furniture."

"Where would we hire such a convenience?"

"I haven't actually been to Aktun before. Probably if you stick your head out the door and shout you'll get a bidder; it's Aktun."

Cam puts down his celery basket and gestures toward the door at Carissa. Since she can veto spending.