She is perfectly willing to do this. The rest of their watch passes uneventfully. 

And then they can pass it on to the next shift and get some sleep.

Camellia does not murder anyone during the night.

Dawn comes at the usual time. (No one down here has enough sense of what time it is to wake him in advance, but the intuitive sense that he should wake up and pray is perfectly functional.)

Oh good. Hup.

If they don't think of a way up the crevasse they are eventually going to have to try the shield maze.

He'll take a summon - he will in fact take a third circle summon, it's a good generic option and can turn into thirty seconds of lantern archon instead of thirty seconds of axiomatic boar depending on the needs of the situation. Burst of Radiance served him well yesterday. He does not need Spark; he'll take a Detect Fiendish Presence in its place. Bless, an Abundant Ammunition since they're big on archery down here... Weapons Against Evil, he can do that one now... Air Bubble. Divine Favor as usual in the domain slot. He'll keep the Delay Poison in case a centipede gets somebody. He doesn't have foci for Shield Other but it does cross his mind, his party being squishier than he is. ...Spear of Purity, is that a real spell or a sex joke - aha, it's a real spell. .....Lay of the Land. Since they might need to do the maze. Qualm and Prayer.

Also, Iomedae, he's really confused. He should probably have examined these mysterious bracers earlier. He's really feeling not having his armor. He's looking likely to be late for the convention, unless the archmages swing by to curbstomp Deskari and pick him up while they're there.

Oh, it's that (very confusing) soul — huh, it looks like it's now in a position to actually take any actions that achieve its goals! That has the potential to be extremely valuable! In expectation it would in fact be worth an extraordinary outlay of resources to keep him alive and return him to the surface, even considering the substantial resources she is already allocating towards containing the immediate emergency, but she has worse visibility on many aspects of the situation relevant to assessing which of the plans he's considered are likely to work and will unless he indicates otherwise presume him competent to pick a suitable one. Tiny payment to Abadar for information on his cleric, it's worth it in expectation in case she's missing something obvious — okay, several of the alternate plans specifically rely on that cleric preparing specific spells that she is not in fact preparing.

Blai can have exactly the spells he requested.

Whereupon, if there are no pressing emergencies, he will examine his mysterious bracers that have appeared in the same subjective instant as his bag and armor vanished.

The bracers are metal, in an unfamiliar style, and fit perfectly around his wrists; if he pokes a finger at the inside, they resize to fit.

The right bracer is inscribed with "Blai Artigas" and the left bracer is inscribed with "I promise." The writing on the left bracer is Hallit, but he nevertheless understands it perfectly.

...Detect Fiendish Presence was probably the right call for today but hopefully he will have the slot to spare for Detect Magic at some point. Do they come off?

They do!

With the bracers off, he can no longer read the left one, except insofar as he presumably remembers what it says. (The right one still just has his name.)

How the fuck did he come by monogrammed bracers of Tongues.

Well. He'll wear them.

They continue to fit perfectly!

Does he want to do anything else before he touches base with the rest of his party?

He will grab a leftover roll-with-an-egg-in-it from last night if the mongrels didn't eat all of those; what are the party all up to?

Camellia is packing up the materials that she apparently uses to commune with the spirits. (None of it is obviously murder-related; it appears to consist mainly of dried plants.)

Seelah is polishing her armor, looking more cheerful than she did yesterday.

Anevia is still sleeping. (So is Horgus Gwerm.)

How-Do-You-Turn-"Head Of Counterintelligence"-Into-A-Usable-Rank-To-Address-Someone-By Tirabade has some of a broken leg to sleep off; Blai is unsure but charitably perhaps so does Lord Gwerm, who must also have fallen.

Are Wenduag and Lann around?

It takes a minute to find them, but here they are having an argument in the corner of the village. 

"...just set your hand on fire," Wenduag is saying. "What do you even want it for? You already agreed to drop it with Sull."

"An angel's sword could still be useful even if we aren't trying to convince anyone of anything. We'll be fighting demons — oh, hello, Select."

"Good morning. Is the setting one's hand on fire metaphorical?"

"Depends who you ask. ...It belonged to the angel Lariel, and people say that when our ancestors tried to wield it, it burned anyone who touched it. But no one's seen it since before I was even born."

She hisses. "It'd burn any one of us. You just think you're special." She jerks her head at Blai. "Maybe it wouldn't burn him, or the paladin lady. I'm sure Heaven likes them just fine. But that doesn't mean it wants you."

"If the idea is to get a magical weapon into the hands of the forces of Good it may not matter very much if it's picky."

"Exactly! Gather up the rest of your party, it'll be easier to find it the more hands we have looking."

"I will ask them. I'm not in command." He drifts back that way.