Maybe she will grow out of it.

Defender's Heart?

There are more stunned demons along the way, but it's not like it's hard to deal with those. There's one un-stunned babau, but Ember puts it to sleep and doesn't actively prevent anyone from killing it. (The cultists seem to by and large be making themselves scarce.)

And here's the Defender's Heart! Irabeth's desk is currently occupied by Anevia.

Blai nods to her politely. It might be around lunchtime by now maybe? Lunch for everybody, even him once he's handed over Irabeth's list of names to go be garrisoned.

"Did we win?" says one of the people in the tavern.

 "C'mon, Gemyl, if we won you've got to bring out the good stuff."

"The Wardstone is as of my last information properly operational."

"They did it! Everyone, listen to me! They fixed the Wardstone!"

The room breaks out into clapping and cheering. People in the crowd are crying, praying, hugging their children. Someone runs outside to make sure the people guarding the entrance have heard the news.

 "I'm not bringing out the good stuff until Irabeth is back," says the bartender. "...She is coming back, right?"

"That is my expectation."

 "Then we'll bring it out when Irabeth gets back. In the meantime, we can dig out some of the carrots for today's stew."

"What's the point in waiting for her? She hates parties."

 "Well, that's paladins for you. Can't have fun unless their goddess orders them." He laughs good-naturedly. 

"Hey, some of us know how to have a good time!"

 "Once a month?"

She laughs. "I'll have you know, I've had fun at least twice this month."

"It's advisable to keep on top of it so it's not an emergency when a month has gone by," says Blai agreeably.

  "Well, with luck you'll get the chance tonight or tomorrow."

"I'm not sure of that, parties aren't my preferred flavor, but I hope everyone else enjoys themselves."

"Disliking parties? Truly Iomedae could not ask for a better cleric."

She really could but he is here anyway for some reason.

A group of people has started to cluster around the area area and pepper Blai and his party with questions. ("What happened?" "What was with the light coming out of the Garrison?" "Is papa coming back?")

They fought their way to the stone and followed the Storyteller's instructions. He is not sure why the light thing happened. He does not know who this kid's father is.

Does he have any stories? People want stories.

Nenio has a great story! It's about examining the spell structure of a powerful illusion spell, with occasional digressions into topology to ensure that the audience understands it well enough to properly appreciate the retelling.

That's a terrible story. Do they have any good stories?

He's not a bard. (Prisoner squared away without incident?)

(He's being supervised back at the Garrison until its cells are ready.)

"Our dear Select is too modest." He'll relate the story of the party slaying the succubus masquerading as Iomedae, being sure to describe the rest of the party in a flattering light.

Hey, no, that's not how you're supposed to do it! You're supposed to tell stories that make you sound really impressive.