"- I assume that if someone with your chip blessing things loaded up could be a spellbinder they'd be able to cram like a square mile of chart into their head," Iobel says. "It might just be a species thing, except that we seem to be the same kind of human Cam used to be, so it could be something like being born in this world."

"Let's see, do I know any pregnant Elves. Or for that matter orcs, probably easier to find pregnant orcs."

Maitimo and Findekáno both know some pregnant Elves they'd trust to raise a good absurdly powerful spellbinder child. 

And Marlatia will be delighted to harbor the and have them tutored in spellbinding if they turn out to have spirit animals - "And then we can get really ridiculous. I don't think a resurrection spell would be more than five or six times the size of anything we pulled off today."

"...human resurrection?" Maitimo says.

"Who else needs it?" shrugs Iobel. "I mean, it'll have to include familiars or you might just wind up with an unmade vegetable but yes."

Maitimo raises an eyebrow. "Maybe also have some newlywed couples planning to have children come live here, in case it's conception and not birth that matters."

"We'll be happy to have them."

Resurrection of things far more complicated than humans and not physical at all probably isn't possible even with a mile of spellchart. He doesn't even raise it.

Cam does. Softly.

"Dwarves probably, Maiar I'd need to know more to even guess..."

"What would you need to know," Findekáno says.

"How they - work. Like - have you been reading the charts at all, they have to be specific, really specific..."

"There are still some alive," Maitimo says. "Maybe some in a psychological state conducive to helping you out, even."

"One of them ineptly hit on me the other day, it was weird."

"Are you quite sure? Until I heard of Melian I didn't think they could even take sufficiently physical forms. Though. One in a state to be ineptly hitting on you, whatever it thought it was doing, would be in a state to be helpful, maybe, if it wanted to."

"I was flying around between days of conference and she flew up and varied between calling me 'honey' and 'the Destroyer'."

Maitimo and Findekáno both snort, though they're kind of pained snorts. 

"That might be better than trying to find Tyelcormo and ask him if Huan can be persuaded," Maitimo says.

"I don't exactly have her contact information but yeah maybe."

"Huan has been howling in anguish for seven years, 'track down a Maia with a vague crush on Cam' really looks like the easier problem," Maitimo says. "At least in the short term."

"Yeah. She said in spoken language she's, what was it, Thuringwethil, what a name."

"Never heard of her. I'll put someone on it once I get home, though."

"And then she can explain Iobel Maiar, although it might not matter until we have super-mnemonic spellbinders."

Everyone is very optimistic about this. 

It is a crazed few weeks. Technological development starts being put into place. Mitros gets his improved recall, though it's not going to bootstrap readily up to the kind of memory Elves can achieve. They roll out plans for universal education and literacy, the newcomers having thought that was a good idea, and share healing fountains with all nearby countries that aren't having wars and don't own slaves.

This wouldn't be Iobel's first choice of a thing to withhold from countries that are having wars. Can't they just bribe them to stop having wars with less essential things like electricity?