"And, Lucy, If you helped an elder dragon escape Hell, you helped someone escape Hell."

"Oh, I did a lot of that. Strictly speaking my natural state is glowing a lot more brightly than I did here and the horrible brain-clawing devils especially clawed at, uh, the parts of my brain that know that it is a good idea not to do that. I wasn't kidding about Avernus having been empty when I left, and it wasn't mostly because I set it on lots of fire." 

A very warm smile. "Good."

"It's really excellent but I can't help but observe that I attract sidequests like iron filings to a magnet and this dragon seems likely to be one of them. --Do you think Tiriac was trying to tell me to replace the ring before showing up, if he was and I ignore it that would be at best a waste of Sending words--"

"Either before showing up or before committing yourself to anything there, I think."

"...And I can't assume that I can show up and whisk them off on a Felandriel Morgethai trip, they might well have committed to things in my absence." She exhales forcefully. "Okay. --I assume finding Felandriel Morgethai is in some manner more complicated than just showing up on a conveniently public doorstep, because I'm sure there are lots of evil people who would love to kill her too."

"She's the provost of Almas University in the north end of Almas, capital city of Andoran, which is where the entrance to her demiplane is located."

"Okay. --Count Tiriac didn't say they had committed to anything there, and Sending's word limit is quite constraining but he probably wouldn't have used up a word calling me Miss Whitman if he was leaving something like that out. And he did say he'd see me soon, and it might easily take a while to replace the ring--yeah, okay, next stop Ustalav." She relaxes fractionally. And then hugs Bey Xerashir again before leaving, because, hugs. 

Hugs!

And then, under a great many cleric buffs -

Lucy ZOOMS off towards Ardis. 

(She will keep an eye out for any fuckoff dragons on the way. To AVOID them, because +6 WIS.)

There's a pretty huge one (green) around the cliffs on the east side of Lake Encarthan, but Lucy blows past her. 

- Hey is that a SHINY CURSED MAGIC THING just off the north coast?

Lucy will CREATE A WORD OF CORRESPONDENCE meaning the exact location that she sees the thing in, so that she will remember it later, and then she CONTINUES ZOOMING TO ARDIS. 

She will see that various bits of Ustalav are more or less supernaturally messed up than various other bits of Ustalav, but that's the main thing, really! It won't take long before Ardis is visible, only slightly more damaged than it has been in the... less than an hour??? since she last visited it.

It has definitely been more than an hour, between the multiple tram rides and the shopping and the loitering in Absalom. 

It hasn't been more than an hour by NEARLY enough, though, considering how many things have happened. 

She sets down in the nearest open space she can find to the main church, changing shape down to humanoid relatively slowly so that her party will have time to notice her and show up. 

The main church is Our Lady of Lanterns, a grand cathedral of Pharasma Razmir who knows? with fifteen onion domes topped with beautiful spires, flanked by two large ponds behind it and behind the opposite end of the courtyard/plaza that it faces onto that look like they were once thoroughly manicured, beautifully tranquil pools, but are presently sludgy swamps honoring Pharasma in Her role as goddess of birth by producing a vast swarm of mosquitoes and Her role as goddess of death by the mosquitoes being malarial.

A hawk looking down from one of the spires cocks its head as it sees her fly overhead, then flies off as she lands!

And after a brief pause in which the few people in the plaza scatter for cover, three people and a wolf will come out of one of the cathedral's side entrances to greet Lucy! 

"Miss Whitman!"

"Can I have a hug?" 

"Of course, Miss Whitman." She blew up Hell. She can have a hug.

Hug!!!

Something unwinds in her chest. She isn't going to let go for a solid minute, if he doesn't let go first. 

"--I got you a present," she says, eventually. 

He isn't going to let go first. He's right here and can shoot anything she needs shot. "I would think you had higher priorities," he will eventually say, touched.

"It wasn't premeditated," she admits, "the guy who was selling plane shifts back to Golarion, in Axis, was also selling hats." She touches the deerstalker-with-an-eye-on-it that she's currently wearing, and pulls out the cold-resistance-and-wilderness-survival hat. 

It is not, actually, the case that Ristomaur Tiriac ever, under any circumstances, needs another +2 to Survival checks. He's a ranger. Never needing that kind of bonus is what rangers are all about.

"Thank you, Miss Whitman," he says, and he will put the furry hat with ear flaps on.

She beams at him, and then turns to Kais. 

"The guy who dropped me off on Golarion left me in Absalom. I met Bey Xerashir! I like her, she's neat. Plus she loaned me her headband."

"She is!" He beams. "They did an excellent job choosing a high priest for Absalom. Are you holding up well, is there anything I can do to help?"