"Um. Whatever you think is good!"

"May this symbol be an asset to the service of Heaven," he says after a moment.

He grins. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

There's some shouting over near the bar area.

"—saw him with that group camping out in the Atelier, he's one of the ones who got away—"

"You liar, I've never been anywhere near the place—"

Oh gods now what.

Someone who looks like an off-duty crusader and someone who looks like a civilian are yelling at each other!

"Uh huh, sure, I suppose it was just your identical twin we saw there—"

 "I don't know what you saw there, I just know it wasn't me. This is ridiculous, I don't have to stand for it." He draws a knife and makes a run towards the door.

"Don't let him get away—" The crusader grabs at his shoulder.

(The guards at the door move to block the exit.)

He probably doesn't need the Forbid Action for this but he's ready if that seems to change; he attempts to assist the shoulder-grabber and get the knife.

"Let go of me! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You pulled a knife in a tavern full of civilians. Whether you did anything else wrong will be a lot easier to determine if you put it down and answer questions."

"What, and let the Inquisition hang me 'cause I sometimes pray to Desna?"

(The Inquisition does not execute people solely for praying to Desna, if they haven't committed any actual crimes! It seems awfully suspicious how the alleged cultist is making unfounded accusations against them in order to justify his behavior. He starts pushing through the crowd as well.)

"What is it exactly that you saw that you brought up just now?" Blai asks the guy who made the accusation.

"My patrol ran into a nest of cultists the other day, and some of them got away, and he was one of them!"

 "No I wasn't, he's lying!"

"That's simple to establish; there's a Fiducia just over there," Blai says.

 "I can't afford to pay for a truth spell," says the guy being accused.

"See? There you have it."

"Being poor is not a crime. Can you afford it?"

"I doubt it, but I don't see why I should have to, I saw him — Ser Marner was there, he's a paladin, he can swear to it—"

 "Died in the Garrison," chimes in someone else.

"Do you have any other witnesses even if they are not paladins?"

"Sure, Lothar the tailor's son was there too, he can tell you the same thing."

Here's Hulrun!

"Thank you for apprehending this man, Select. The Inquisition can take him in for questioning now."

"Inquisitor, is the accuser known to you?"

"Yes, he's a crusader in Kenabres. Of course, that does not guarantee his accusations are true, but under the circumstances it seems likely that they are, and the Inquisition will be able to determine one way or the other."

"I mean specifically and not by uniform."

"Yes, I know him specifically. He has a bit of a temper, but I've never known him to waste the Inquisition's time with frivolous accusations."