A whirling ball of knives stabs elegant carved messages into stone tablets, which discontent underlings are tasked with delivering to various apartments, each with a small gift of pure white sunflower seeds. Some who are knowledgeable might notice that the specific sunflower cultivar that produces these seeds is supposed to be have died out several centuries ago.
Merciful Arbitrary Arbitrator, font of all knowledge.
What is the title of the Head of the Ministry of Teleporation?
What bribes would you recommend for usage within the heavenly Bureaucracy?
Who keeps murdering the Archivists and why?
What is the current state of the Garden of Heaven? My memories are a bit muddled from that time I died for a while. I'm pretty sure we had bronze weapons?
I hope you aren't angry about that time we brutally murdered all your old colleagues? No hard feelings and all that?
What is the Sun? A god? Something else? Very bright ball of light and fire in the sky that is somehow source of heavenly authority?
What is Glory?
- Cordially, Mion, Archivist
Dear Teleportation Ministry Leadery Person He-Who-Moveth-Before-The-Lantern-Greeneth-Must-Be-Put-To-Death Bayari
As you no doubt know, we of the Ministry of Records need to frequently move to the various mortal regions to compile our very important reports and lists. We hope that some arrangement could be reached that would allow us to complete our duties without ruinous licencing expenses.
- Fawningly yours, Mion, Archivist
To my Comrade in Arms, Paragon Lu
While we haven't been particularly close before the whole "coup to reach heaven by violence" event happened, I recall you waxing poetic about the good old days when we went drinking that one time. You remember, with the satyrs and um, some things happened?
Anyway, as you should know, the Ministry of Records is all about old things and the recording and restoration thereof. If we happened to receive more funding, we could do this better, and perhaps do some creative filing to result in the return of a few old classics.
- Greedily yours, Mion, Archivist
P.S. Gimme fat stacks of Glory.
To Du-uke Du-ur of the Minstry of Civilization
Greetings Du-ur, may your hinges ever be well oiled. We would like to co-operate with your ministry on getting accurate census data on the mortals.
- Inquisitively yours, Mion, Archivist.