This one wants to make sure that he knows that no one expects him to remain a shren. He does not have to do it to make his voice heard or to demonstrate to now-miracled dragons that he is in their corner or to look like a martyr when he writes his memoirs. He can just stop. Any time. Are the miracle workers making him do this for weird offworlder reasons? He shouldn't have to go through this anymore.
Resurrection request, resurrection request, request for miracle teleportation, concerned dragon, concerned vampire, concerned vampire, health issues (another obscure disease he's never heard of), resurrection request, resurrection request, resurrection request, health issues and resurrection request (someone lost a younger brother to an injury that would have been easily treatable with lightcraft if only the younger brother had not himself been a light). After some consideration, he re-files that one under Misc. Interesting Problems, because he bets Lazarus will have something to say about how to fix the problems of lights.
"I'm really going to have to figure out a way to handle all these resurrections en masse," he says. "And then I'm going to have to figure out a sensible and convenient way to transport people to and from the mass resurrection events with their recovered friends and relatives. Not everyone's going to be able to arrange their own transportation."
"I have an entire sub-box for people who are specifically concerned about what widespread miracle teleportation will do to standard warding paradigms. I could deliberately design the mass version of miracle teleportation to be politely answerable to wards, I guess, I don't actually know offhand if the version I've been giving out will obey them or not. Might depend on the specifics of the ward."
"Yeah. I'm going to consult Lazarus and that garnet guy about it. When I'm done sorting my mail." He eyes the remaining pile and grabs another letter.
This one, he discoveres, is actually literally addressed to shren alyemi. He snorts and holds it up for Finnah to see.
And then there are no more letters in the pile. "Have I missed any?" he wonders, looking around.
Finnah fishes one out from between the sofa cushions. It is from someone who thinks the planet would be prettier if it were pentagonal and had plants on the sides and bottom. She also spots one under a chair. This one complains about how inelegant it is that the square root of two is irrational, will he please fix that, one point four would be nice.
"There, done. I think in future I will send all my mail to my room and then sort it via miracle. Now to start actually answering them..."
He fishes out that one letter about Sand Dusk Chanters and takes it to his mom's office.
"Some Thanetan thinks that the solution to the problem of New Disciples of the Generous Lord still existing in Iraam is for all of them to stop existing, and I'm wondering whether and how much it would undermine my dignity as a miracle worker to mock him. And how best to mock him, that too."
"You're going to have a very dull career as a miracle worker if you don't let yourself have any fun."
Thank you so much for bringing Iraam's persecution of the New Disciples of the Generous Lord to my son's attention. I'm sure he will consider the problem carefully and arrive at a fair solution. I'm also sure his solution will not be to eradicate all members of my faith.
"I feel like this strikes a nice balance," she says, showing it to Mial.