"True Resurrection-grade diamonds are...twenty-six thousandths of an ounce, and this big across, you can use your supernatural powers only to make one of those in exchange for coming back to my dorm and sightseeing along the way, deal? It's not a very long way and I don't know it to have any interesting sights."

"What, so you can bribe this jerk?"

"I think calling it a bribe implies a level of inexperience and incompetence with it that makes one a worse collaborator for it and makes it more expensive. But yeah, I want to arrange for people who might know the reasons they might want to resurrect me to also have the means, since I am doing a thing that might get me killed."

"Who's going to kill you?"

"I mean, plausibly kind of a lot of people? Cheliax has enemies, probably some people benefit from Cheliax having to save the world from the Worldwound and don't want it closed, there are people who mine spellsilver who might end up out of a job....also I might get determined to be a heretic but obviously then he won't resurrect me."

He sighs. "Deal." He presents her with the diamond. It's pink because why not.

"...I don't know if that'll work," says the teacher dubiously. 

"The new research possibilities are endless."

And she walks out.

Cam follows her, tail aswish.

They walk out the door and down paved streets with five or six story brick buildings. No one looks particularly startled at the sight of Cam, though most of the locals look like normal humans. Carissa rounds two corners, opens a locked door with a metal key, climbs three flights of stairs all in silence. Opens another locked door. Closes it. Locks it again.

"Well. This is my place. If you don't need anything immediately I'm gonna figure out whether stuff you conjure is in fact usable for magic item creation."

"I would like permission to conjure my correspondence and some reading material."

"Conjure your correspondence?" Her apartment is three rooms, the bedroom and sitting-room rather sparse and the office full of books and diagrams and paper and jewelry, and also quite nicely decorated. She sets the spellsilver and diamonds down there, puts them in a box, closes it with magic.

"It's how apsels mostly communicate - one writes a letter, the other conjures a copy."

"Can you conjure anything that is itself magic, explosive runes, scrolls..."

"Nope."

She of course shouldn't fully trust him on that, she doesn't have Zone of Truth. "You can conjure less than one bottle of ink and less than one this-sized sheaf of parchment paper, with the ink configured on the paper in any nonmagical way you'd like, as part of ongoing negotiations about how to close the Worldwound and advance other shared aims."

"...yeah, I can make do with that." He doesn't immediately conjure any correspondence; he pulls out his computer and does stuff to that instead. He seems to be controlling it with his mind.

She has no expectations about how else you'd control an extremely fancy illusion-thing, if you possessed one. 

She checks whether the spellsilver works for enchanting. It behaves...totally normally. Also working on enchanting is much less stressful and she's kind of tempted to just work on it until she's not terrified but that's a bad plan that'll probably get her killed.

What isn't a bad plan that'll probably get her killed?

"Uh," she says after giving this question kind of a lot of thought. "Probably we should talk and figure out if we have any non-Worldwound common interests. Maybe in making a lot of money, since you can do all kinds of things with lots of money?"

"You can do all kinds of things with money. I am currently interestingly limited in what kinds of things I could do with money."

"I mean, you can - I don't really know what Chaotic Good people like - free slaves? Buy lots of fancy magic items? Commission statues of yourself from great artists? Get really drunk on Nefreti Clepati's wine? Explore the stars?"

"I could do those things if you let me go shopping. I can't if you don't."

"So my plan here is to close, and end up ruling, the Worldwound, and I can only do this plan if we have lots and lots of common ground so you can assume you will get to do lots of shopping."

"...the Worldwound is a desirable territory to rule?"

"No, it's a horrifying void opening on the Abyss and horribly mangled by the century of demons warping it and everyone who used to live there is dead. But we were planning to fix that, right."

"I mean, yes, but has it got, like, a great location, or is its virtue mostly being currently very undesirable so you can get in on the ground floor."