Ashley makes note if the situation with the Ant people. She will have to discuss this with the party and see if they want to help.

Hatt continues to walk forward and into Lord Niyra's booth.  Hullo again!  he says brightly,  Enjoying the show?  If there is a chair, he will sit down without waiting to be asked.

@ Cathedral

(Waiting on Crispy's move. And Ashley do you want to talk to the other people still up or the members of the church?)

@ Arena

The fight continues as the paladin finds herself flanked by the cleric's ethereal weapon behind her. She continues to fight the cleric but can't seem to get through the cleric's defenses. The cleric places a hand on his wounds as they mend themselves, while his ethereal weapon attacks the paladin once more but is rebutted by the paladin's thick armor.

@ Hatt

I try and sneak into some rooms - try and find Myra's.

YEs, Ashley would like to chat and casually try to steer any conversation towards Myra in an attempt to find out anything she can about her.

@ Cathedral

(You still have the two monks standing guard at the third floor stairs.)

"She a nice young lass, devout as well for being of royal blood. I admit to having some mixed feelings about her going on her pilgrimage so early but the father did say he was convinced by her conviction."

Are you a fighter, Lord Niyra? asks Hatt. Do you participate sometimes in the bouts?  I admit my friends and I were considering joining the amateur events tomorrow.

@ Arena

The paladin is still being assaulted as she roars out, shrugging off blows from both sides as she hefts the greatsword above her and hit through the cleric's defenses. A crack of thounder sounds out as the sword ignites with holy fervor. The cleric seems to be barely hanging on as he limps away, having the spectral weapon distract her for a moment.

@ Hatt

Sponsored by Opsola.  Hatt runs the concept over in his mind.  I'm not sure that's entirely true, nor am I sure it's entirely false.  He frowns, disliking the uncertainty.  For the arena, at least, we are enthusiastic and independent amateurs, though I do fancy the chances of some of my companions.  Tell me of Opsola, good sir.  I've had so few dealings with him myself, I suppose.  I can't really get a feel for the fellow. 

@ Cathedral

The sister looks about the common room, "Well, I'd best be going now. It is getting late and I should rest for tomorrow's lessons." 

(Crispy is still on the second floor of the cathedral.)

@ Arena

As the cleric starts to limp away, the paladin gives chase, ignoring the spectral weapon's hit as she tries to finish off the cleric. But the cleric takes a hold of his necklace as it radiates light, angelic spirits come from out of it as they fly about the cleric. The angels dart towards the paladin as she comes closer, while the cleric makes more distance between them.

@ Hatt

Thank you. Ashley replies. If you need any more medical assistance, please don't hesitate to ask me. Ill be in town for a little while and i used to be a Doctor.

So, respected but not exactly popular, is that it?  Hatt says.  Does he share the nature of the research he is carrying out?  He is an office-holder, after all, and accountable for his time.  Does his work benefit the city, or is it a private matter?

@Cathedral

Most of the members of the church leave the common room, except for the switching monk that keeps an eye about. Mostly everyone in the room is sleeping, except for the few that are doing some light tasks by candlelight.

(Should I assume Crispy can't do it then?)

@Arena

The paladin is constantly harassed by both the spirits and the spiritual mace battering at her but she continues to press on. Meanwhile the cleric takes the time to mend the worst of his wounds, knowing he just delaying the paladin.

@Hatt

IMHO: Well, you're not giving me much to work with to be honest, i'm dumb as a rock and you gotta throw out some more obvious options. I'm already lost and half paying attention because this campaign just drags, no offense - we've been at this campaign for almost a year. Throw me a bone man, this isn't fun for me anymore.

Unless someone has a suggestion, we've got unmarked doors, and a monk who's not letting me to shit, and I don't even remember if scaling the walls was an option.

Ashley sleeps well and prepares for a journey back to someplace. Her diety informing her in her sleep that her business was done here and she needs to move on back to were this all started as she is needed more there.

Lord Niyra, thank you for all your useful information.  Perhaps you could help; my friends and I are planning a journey back home to Cresthall.   Is there a ship leaving, perhaps tomorrow?

After hearing the answer, Hatt smiles, bows and heads back to the others.  As soon as the next match is completed, he will suggest to Bennett and Gasp that they return to the inn to rest and have a chat with Crispy and Ashley.

On the way, he suggests that there's probably nothing more they can do to help in this city, and he feels they should return home to Cresthall.

Gasp looks longingly back at the arena. The glitz! The Glamour! People cheering for you...seemed nice. Of course, you had to beat the other person silly in order to survive and gain fame. The bird was torn. Regardless, though, he has a duty here with the rest of his group. They need to head back to Cresthall and, mercifully, get the heck out of the heat! It's too extreme here, temperature wise. 

Bennett will finish watching the matches at the Arena, making a mental note to return someday and try his hand in it. He will make his way back to his room at the inn where he will fall fast asleep for their journey back home.

(I'll assume Crispy will head to sleep as well.)

Niyra answers that a ship named Silver Trident departs for Cresthall in the morning. As one half of the party rests at the church, the other returns from the arena to sleep at the inn. The day comes easily as the heat greets the city once more. The bustle of the streets and cathedral wake the party. While the tavern serves some breakfast, the remainder of the party joins them as well.

(Sorry for forcing Crispy and Ashley to the tavern.)

It's fine. Ashley would have told Crispy that it's time to gtfo.