Accordingly, there's a project he picks back up that he was only tinkering with before his marriage. He'd like to reinvent the fountain that heals familiars, have there be others in strategic locations, so that spellbinders don't need to rush to the capitol to avoid being unmade. Progress on the project's always been slow, there's a reason that it hasn't just been reinvented immediately after the spell charts were lost, but he's got some very good reasons to work on it with a near-obsessive zeal.
One day, to his utter surprise, when he goes to find another portion of the spell-chart to complete, he can't find it. He stares at the chart, stunned. Then he starts checking his work. It takes him a few days to finish the corrections.
Then he's done. He's remade a revolutionary spell chart.
He picks up the huge spell chart, does his best to fold it down to a reasonable travel size, and then heads off to show the nearest spell binder - Iobel.
"Um, there was an assassination attempt on us last night that didn't get us but did get our guards. Edarial thinks Zevros will want to resurrect them at once if he knows that it's doable but neither of us can remember if he knows that. Can you - try to talk him out of doing anything public enough to cause a massive uncontrollable demand for the service before we're set up to handle it, if it turns out we need that?"
Lecasryn lands, and she pets her. The harrier thankfully covers up - part of her nudity. Incidentally, though, it's not on purpose.
"Because they were killed in front of a whole lot of people, and we don't have full time resurrection witches to deal with it if a riot of people descend on Emavan demanding their grandparents, and even if we did they're inexplicable right now. If people hear we can resurrect the dead they're going to think it's a spellbinder's spell, at most a hex, they'll think we can do it at least once a day apiece and teach an entire third of the population of the planet the same trick. We're not ready to explain the other worlds thing. We also don't know how Isabella's spell interacts with familiars - these guards didn't have them and should come back good as new when the time's right, but a lot of the people who'd be clamored for would - maybe not work right."
"So - ask their families to move here or somewhere else that's not in your country, witches resurrect them, and they get to live but you don't have to worry about all of that - political stuff?"
"Inexplicably telling people to move to foreign countries without saying in advance why is the sort of thing that will make people worry Edarial is turning into his mother. It is very political stuff."
"If Isabella sends me witches they will be working as long as I can get them to work and those guards will absolutely be high on the list."
"You will get some witches when you think you are ready to explain them assuming Isabella has any who owe her favors at that time," Path promises.
"He's fine. You can judge for yourself. We might not need you at all if that particular tidbit didn't come up in conversation, but can you be - poised, near the portal?"
She pets Lecasryn. "Sorry, pretty bird."
"It's quite all right," agrees the harrier.
"You can also just visit for reasons of your own, you won't be recognized the way our alts will," she agrees. "But please don't mention to Zevros the resurrection thing if he turns out not to have already known."
And off she goes to get a ride to Seattle.
"Mhm! She probably won't forget, though, she likes the armored silks, they're practical."
Vern snuggles Path right back. "They're not, because that's specifically for her because my Adarin loves her."