"No representative samples unless I'm narrowing by yet another conjurable parameter, which may harm representativeness. I can if I recall correctly only make liquid up to the volume of my mug, and I can do that several times but not while also using the conjuration forensically. I could do individual atoms of gold or something similar."

"You can do the conjuration in individual atoms of gold."

"Note that I can choose to stop conjuring in the middle in such a way that would make the result look smaller, and that I might for example if it looks like it's going to outgrow the house, but I can't intend to do that in advance because that would violate the misleadingness criterion. I can also just say words and then not make any gold, so you may want to verify this with a truth spell later."

And he starts in, making gold, in vaguely hemispherical lumps so they don't roll away. "These are the petitioners who entered Hell during the sidereal calendar year ten thousand years ago... these are those of that set of petitioners who currently still exist... these are those of that set of petitioners who currently exist and are still in Hell... I'm going to attempt 'members of the first set who are now devils' but I don't know if that's a conjurable parameter... looks like it is, though it's possible it's missing edge cases, like someone who is partway through becoming a devil or is some kind of borderline devilish species that my conjuration is counting as a different sort of thing..."

It looks like maybe a tenth. 

She'll ask Axis for an estimate, too, later. 

"Thank you."

"Of course.

"Persons sorted to Abbadon... doesn't seem to be conjurable, I can do where people are but not how they got there."

"Huh, all right. I'll think about if there's another way to check that. 

Iomedae's church is going to be here wanting diamonds, I think. For resurrections."

"Of among other things people who are dead because of choices I made."

...nod.

"Uh, Iomedae suggested that I should repeat to you that I would - also rather not destroy Dis, some of the people there might be salvageable..."

She looks surprised, for a moment, before she goes back to being unreadable, and blinks rapidly. 

"- you told Her that?"

"Yes."

"- good for you.

I - just know what I'd want, if it were me, and it's not for someone to destroy everything." Iomedae didn't even tell me I was wrong about that. 

"You may conjure diamonds for payment for the next hour while we're working on setting everything up."

He nods. "Iron box?"

"You can also make an iron box for the diamonds in the next hour, yeah."

He puts an iron box on the coffee table. "Unless you have reason to suggest otherwise my inclination would be to wait on the diamonds until a representative arrives to collect."

"That seems reasonable. I guess I should Sending them, actually, save Iomedae the intervention. She didn't tell me to do that but maybe if she tells me to do that then I haven't in fact saved her the intervention."

She'll start building the spell.

Cam takes his mug off where he's hooked it to his belt and puts - tea in it, not coffee, he wants to be awake but he could use the theanine to calm down.

She targets the cleric who brought them here. 

"Visit from Iomedae. Come quickly, we have diamonds for you."

The woman from earlier is there less than a minute later, accompanied by some paladins.

"Should we like, confirm their identities somehow or is this good enough," Cam asks Carissa.

"In the next few minutes you can conjure in less than a pound of stone the current surroundings of the Iomedaen who helped us set up in Aktun earlier."

"...doing that in a useful way would require also incorporating other materials we can see through."

"All right, all right. You can do the mentioned conjuration in stone and glass."

Glass and stone and yep there's little figurines of Cam and Carissa in a room with matching furniture in a glass house on an Aktun street. He puts it down next to the iron box, which he fills with diamonds.

" - Iomedae spoke to you?" the cleric says while one of the paladins grabs the iron box full of diamonds like iron boxes weigh about as much as books. "What did She say."

" - I don't actually know if I'm supposed to tell you that? She wasn't, uh, dictating Iomedaen theology, She was trying to hook me in particular as fast as possible. She'd have been constrained if She anticipated you'd hear it, in a way you probably don't want to constrain Her."