"Was there anything else, Select?"

"No, that's all."

He will bring Thall to join the rest of the party.

"If you want me able to cast you'll need to have my fingers healed."

"Yes, of course." They didn't need the Detect Undead, he kills it for a Cure.

He wiggles his fingers experimentally. "Prestidigitation." (There's a little trill to the way he sings it.)

"So, what's the plan?"

"We should bring Dyra back soon. I don't want people to go hungry because we didn't get her back in time."

"That can be next, if she's ready." Is she? "Thall, I'm Select Artigas, this is Lann -" He goes around introducing everyone.

He nods. "Thall." He hesitates for a moment. "Would that I could have met you under better circumstances?"

Blink blink. "Why? Is there some kind of problem?"

"Nenio! —I'm sorry, Thall, she has some kind of memory problem."

"Nenio, if there are any arcane tidbits you want to extract from him you'd best find a way to convince him to hand them over very soon indeed."

Anyway. Back underground with Dyra.

He doesn't have to tell her twice! She will gladly conduct an interview while they walk. Where did he study wizardry?

...He had an apprenticeship, like a normal person? 

"Fascinating! Perhaps after I complete my research on theological knowledge I should conduct an experiment where I compare the arcane knowledge of those who studied at academies of wizardry to those who had apprenticeships."

The walk to the hole is largely uneventful; they do run across a badly injured babau dissecting the bodies of several crusaders, but the dead crusaders apparently managed to wound it badly enough that it goes down in two shots from Lann and Finnean.

As they're passing through a stretch of the city near where they met Thall, he sings a few notes, and a butterfly swoops down and lands on his shoulder.

"What's the butterfly's name?"

Wizards love telling people their familiars' names. It's one of those things that you get to see enough examples of because it is practically justifiable to ask, to notice the pattern.

He smiles. "She's called Cynosure. Cyno for short."

"Hello, Cynosure."

Any excitement besides giant centipedes on the trip?

Cynosure flutters her wings in response.

They encounter a mongrel hunting party on the walk, but otherwise the only excitement is the large vermin.

Then they can drop off Dyra, Blai can apologize again for the delay in getting ahold of Boian for the promised recommendation, and then they can go back up.

"Mr. Jefto, I'd like to ask you a favor."

"What kinda favor, Chief?"

"I would like you to teach Ser Seelah to read. - And Lann if he doesn't know." Is there anyone else who might not know. Wizard wizard noble nope okay.

"Well, I've never taught someone else to read before, but I'll do my best."

"I think it's customary to start with the alphabet."