"Well, you're in luck, it shouldn't be too complicated." He points at a crevasse in the middle of the street. "See that? Your job is to move the stone right around it back where it supposed to be, get it all nice and fixed up. Keep it as smooth as you can."

Does the crevasse have, like, a floor, or is he going to have to figure out how to make a weight-bearing bridge over a gap.

Enough of the crevasse has been filled in with rubble that it should be possible to fill in all the space above the rubble, and that should hopefully be solid enough to bear all the weight it has to?

Okay, here goes. "Stone Shape."

It takes both his Stone Shapes, but he's able to fill in the crevasse, and the dwarf doesn't look too disapproving. "Any of you staying around to haul out debris?"

She looks at Blai. "Do you need me with you?"

"I think you can be spared to help here."

She trots over to help lift heavy things!

And the rest of them (except Lann, if he wants to stay too?) can proceed.

He is also happy to lift heavy things!

They don't run into anyone else on the way to the Garrison, apart from another group clearing out a different throughway. A pair of guards is posted outside the main entrance.

"State your name and business."

 "They were here yesterday, they're the ones that fixed the Wardstone! Except for the elf, I don't know the elf."

"You can't just tell them that! Now if they're disguised succubi they'll know what to say!"

"I'm Select Artigas and I would like to speak to Ser Tirabade to see if she would like to use my Mark of Justice for the day. I can show the angel sword if that would help demonstrate that I am not a succubus."

"Please do so." This is partially an anti-succubus measure and partially because he wants to see the angel sword.

Sword!

The sword springs to life in his hands! The first guard whistles.

"Very well. I will escort you to her current office."

"Thank you."

Irabeth's office is in one of the relatively-less-damaged rooms on the second floor of the Gray Garrison. She's briefing a trio of crusaders when they arrive, but she finishes up quickly.

"Hello, Select! Anything to report?"

"I'm fourth and prepared a Mark of Justice, is that known to be wanted anywhere in particular yet? - also we are most of us experiencing some likely Wardstone-derived side effects and if it seems safe I might want to leave Thall with you for a moment and go lay a hand on it in case I can learn anything about them that way."

"Oh, that's very helpful. There's a specific prisoner in mind where I expect it can do the most good, but it's possible she'll change her mind once we inform her that we have in fact secured a caster capable of casting it. How long do you expect you would need with the Wardstone?"

"Probably nothing will happen and I will know that immediately. If it does prove informative I expect a few minutes will cover it."

Nod. "It's probably most efficient to do that first, then."

He nods, gestures perfunctorily to Thall, and proceeds, presumably trailing various wizards who aren't experiencing a stay of execution.

The Wardstone's room has its own guards, but after a brief explanation they let him and his party in.

"It's so pretty..."

It hadn't really occurred to him to form an aesthetic opinion on wardstones.

He goes up to it and puts his palm flat on the side.