Ashelia motions for her moogle, the ever-stressed Kupozencrantz, to stay in front of her with the lantern as she examines the walls. Nothing jumps out at her, but that's expected. She takes the downtime instead to size up the members of her party that she doesn't yet know; a difficult task in the darkness, but more realistic than looking for clues in a room undoubtedly looked over thousands of times over the years. She listens to the banter, sighing quietly. This is going to be a long day.

When enough time has passed and Ashelia has, of course, come up with nothing, she makes her way to the north wall to rendezvous with Orcelito.