It's beautiful. She'll probably enjoy it next time she's here. Into the Abadaran temple she goes.

Hello there visitors, what are you looking for at Abadar's temple today? We've got courses, tours, theological questions-

"Fiducia Vassiliy Rathimus and guest here to meet with archbanker Sevandivasen. I'm bidding at 500 pounds, standard conditions for 30 minutes of his time, spellcasting negotiated seperately."

He'll almost certainly get most or all of the money back when Sevandivasen agrees prioritizing the meeting was in both of their interests here, but doing it this way keeps all their incentives properly aligned and a thousand an hour should handily clear the next highest bid on his time.

The lay priest in question will take off at a dead sprint into the back of the church; he gets a commission for trades like these and his share looks slightly better the faster the turnaround. 

Unsurprisingly, the bid is accepted and he hurries back out to the front. "The archbanker will see you now."

"Thank you." She goes to whatever office she's directed to, doing her best to carry Ember and Wenduag in as dignified a position as possible. Even with four arms it's a little tricky, since they're both limp weights.

It's a little ways back from the public spaces, but on the ground floor, so it's not a particularly challenging work of navigation. From the outside the door appears to be solid wood, but opening it reveals a layer of metal running down the middle and a backing of some sort of fabric; the inside of the office is shrouded in foggy blackness.

"It's a private sanctum, it's supposed to be like this."

He walks into the room without pausing.

If Brenda follows him in, she'll find herself in a comfortably appointed conference room; there's a desk at the back, and a filing cabinet by the wall, and a number of decorations, but the only occupant is standing by a table at the center of the room. It's recognizably one of the people she met in Axis, though he's dressed a little less formally than she might remember. His eyes go to the corpses in her arms, but people bringing those to you comes with the territory once you hit fifth circle and he's completely inured to it by this point.

"Raises?"

         "No, resurrections. There's necromancy involved."

"I don't have two prepared today, so it'll be a quarter hour while I ask Abadar to fix that, and then a minute per person. I'll need to confirm your identities first, though."

"Alright. I'm happy to get an Abadar's Truthtelling about it. Will that be sufficient?"

Yep! She'll have to confirm her identity, that she believes these are the people the resurrection policy is on, and a few other rephrasings to ensure this isn't someone trying to steal her promised ressurection, but then Sevandivasen will close his eyes and check out of the meeting while he fills up his spell slots.

Brenda confirms everything she needs to confirm and then just sort of stands there with her arms full of corpses and tries to think about magic. Nenio being here would not help the cause of getting the resurrections done as quickly and smoothly as possible but she'd be an amazing distraction.

He has some books on the wall, if she's interested in Osiriani economics papers or The Order of Numbers, but if Sevandivasen is much of a fan of fictional works he doesn't keep them in this room.

15 minutes later, the Archbanker opens his eyes and then goes to unlock a safe at the back of the room; he comes back with two small diamonds. After that - and a minute of chanting while holding aloft Abadar's holy symbol - the color returns to Ember's cheeks, and he turns towards Wenduag.

The wave of relief is immense, but she's still anxious, why is tha--oh. She wasn't purely anxious about her friends being dead, she's worried about them being mad at her. That's a jerkass thing to be worried about. They can be mad if they want. 

She sets Ember gently on her feet. "Are you feeling okay, Ember?" she asks, quietly so as not to interrupt the chanting. "We're in a temple of Abadar, the lich killed you but the Archbanker got you back."

"Oh, I died? Is that why everything feels so heavy?"

"You died, yeah. A little under an hour ago. I don't know if everything feeling heavy is a normal consequence of being dead but I'll look into it and if it doesn't go away on its own there might be a spell for it. I'm really sorry for getting you into a fight we couldn't win safely and if you still want to do things with me I'll be more careful."

"It's a common symptom of resurrection; nothing restoration won't fix. It's actually worse for raise dead, since it's twice as bad and you usually need to wait a week to fully fix it."

"Oh. It doesn't feel very familiar, but I guess I've never died before."

"I'll get you a Restoration as soon as we're done here, then."