"Almost everything they know of me on Golarion is nine hundred years old or is yes/no answers to tactical questions. The Church has maintained adequate fidelity, given that, but this is something I ordinarily cannot afford and that they do not possess. ...I was going to send an update to my holy book, with Aroden, when He returned for the Age of Glory."

"Oh. Uh, well, as long as you're here do you want to give me a copy of the update or tell me where you wrote it down?"

"Regrettably I didn't; that's not how gods communicate with each other. It would probably be good for my Church if they had access to Arodenite-era holy books that have been destroyed or lost, and I'm curious if they'd get anything out of the version of My holy book on other worlds where I operate, but I did not know that putting things to paper in words had the potential to be so outrageously useful.

The main thing they need is enough resources that not every tradeoff they make is a desperate sacrifice of one important thing for another. And you can give them that."

"If Carissa is, uh, officially Good now, sure can." Wag wag.

"The official reading's going to lag the fact of the matter by a bit. But she's Good, now, yes. Do you know how much harder Asmodeus could make my life if He weren't specifically attached to making people worse off for having dealt with Him?" She sounds very smug.

"It does seem like a silly reputation to cultivate!"

"Things on Golarion are - not the worst they've ever been, the Age of Darkness was probably worse, but much, much worse than anyone was prepared for. We've lost so much. I think there's real potential, here, for that to change. We'll have to play things very carefully, but this is much, much more chance at a better world than we've had in a very long time."

Wagwagwag. "Thank you for bailing me out from my catastrophic failure at diplomacy."

"Thank you for coming to fix everything wrong with the world that can be solved with material objects!"

And she'll go.

Cam is going to... check his mail, actually, the peanut gallery may already have lawyer recommendations and Hell-takeover-plans for him.

It has been twenty seconds in Hell since Iomedae knocked on his door.

Ah. Right. Probably too soon for any responses.

He's gonna... go down the stairs, slowly, to receive any authorizations necessary to hiring lawyers so they never need to talk to each other again.

Carissa has cleaned herself up and no longer looks like she's obviously been crying. "Hey. I'm so sorry for being an idiot. Iomedae wants to send her church to pick up a bunch of diamonds for rescue resurrections, I want conjurations to verify some claims she made about Hell if you're willing to do those, and then we can hire lawyers though it's somewhat less important."

Cam nods. "What claims?"

“Percentage of petitioners in Hell who become devils eventually, and percentage sorted to Abaddon who choose Hell. I don’t actually think She was lying, but I don’t want it to be the case that she could have. You will have to explain how in your world people do conjurations like this without worrying the apsel had the flexibility to be misleading.”

"Working it into the original binding being impossible, you could say something like, to the extent and only to the extent that grains of sand you conjure straightforwardly represent what you request, you may conjure grains of sand. Do you want a -" book "copy of my lecture notes, are" we "you in a hurry?"

"Only in the 'people are dying' sense not in the 'we have a time constraint' sense. I can authorize your recommended wording now, come back to it in a week once I've read the book if the book doesn't leave me confident that was adequate."

"Okay. Just a moment." He fiddles with the wording on his computer till he has something he thinks is satisfactory - it's not that dissimilar from the initial version, though he puts "grains of sand" in brackets - and then displays it to her.

She thinks for a minute and reads it out. 

"I'm not certain that everything you mentioned is a conjurable parameter. I can try, though. Do you want to specify attempts or have me narrate what I'm doing while I try?"

"I would appreciate it if you narrated attempts."

"Do you have a time frame in mind for "eventually"?

" - say ten thousand years? That's still very different but it'd be suggestive."

"That may imply a number of petitioners necessary to evaluate that it would be more prudent to use individual water molecules instead of sand grains. Only about..." Computer. "Thirty two million grains of sand can fit in a gallon volume."

"And you can't conjure for a representative sample? I've given you permission to make water in other contexts, would that make it easy to cheat a water-based version?"