He provides the list. There's some overlap with the Sending targets previously mentioned by Irabeth — both of them attempted to contact the Nerosyan strike team, for example — but whatever Abadaran divination method the Fiducia is using has apparently produced relatively little overlap. Unfortunately, if the Inquisitor's results are anything to go by, it seems like their fort was not the only one decapitated.

Well fuck. Blai memorizes the list. And then he supposes they can bid the Inquisitor goodbye and move on. If he's gonna keep guarding the hole.

Multiple nabasus have emerged from the hole since the last time they spoke. He's willing to abandon the hole to retake the Garrison, but he genuinely thinks it's a serious threat. (Efforts to identify the origin point of the nabasus have thus far been unsuccessful.)

Once they're out of earshot:

"Desnans next, Chief?"

"Yes, little help though our news for them may be."

The temple of Desna sits atop a large hill, and seems to have avoided the worst of the destruction that befell Kenabres; its walls and roof are still intact, though the glass making up its large windows has been smashed.

As they approach the temple, spectral butterflies with leaf-like wings spiral up from the ground, and a woman's voice rings out in Blai's head, her tone desperate.

...Hear me and take heed! The hordes of the Abyss march on Kenabres. The Wardstone is their target. They must not be allowed to capture it. The consequences will be disastrous...

...Hear me and take heed! The hordes of the Abyss march on Kenabres. The Wardstone is their target. They must not be allowed to capture it. The consequences will be disastrous...

...Hear me and take heed! The hordes of the Abyss march on Kenabres. The Wardstone is their target. They must not be allowed to capture it. The consequences will be disastrous...

...Hear me and take heed! The hordes of the Abyss march on Kenabres. The Wardstone is their target. They must not be allowed to capture it. The consequences will be disastrous...

"Do you all hear that?"

Scribble scribble scribble. "Fascinating! It appears that this swarm of quasi-illusory butterflies has some form of telepathic communication."

"I hear it too. This isn't some specific kind of butterfly more beholden to some Lower Planes power than it is to Desna, is it?"

"An astute question! In the Brevic dialogue of Hallit it is often known as the brimstone butterfly, or 'brimstone butterfly'. However, this does not denote any form of connection to the Lower Planes; rather, it refers to the butterfly's coloration."

"Seems kind of tasteless, if you ask me."

"I am not responsible for the name, paladin girl. In any case, in most parts of the world, it bears other names, such as lemon tree butterfly, or 'lemon tree butterfly', in Taldane. To the best of my knowledge, no demon lord has any special connection to butterflies, though my attempts to research the topic have been severely hampered by Mendevian law. Apart from Desna, the empyreal lord known as Black Butterfly is generally understood to be associated with butterflies, though it is a matter of scholarly debate whether they are actually a distinct entity from Desna."

"I doubt Desna would permit her precious temples to be marred by visions of demonic butterflies. The gods may have been perfectly happy to let Kenabres burn, but most of them take more care with their own property."

"It's probably far less expensive to project power around one's own temple and it still didn't extend to the windows. Anyway." Is there a door. Is it open or must he open it.

There is a door! It is currently propped very slightly open by a rock. A sign in three different languages reads "Come in! (unless you are a vampire)". The sign's author has attempted to illustrate this. 

There are voices on the other side of the door, but it's hard to make out individual conversations on this side of it.

Well, none of them are vampires as far as Blai knows. He pushes through.

The inside of the temple has fared worse than the outside — the main altar has been split down the middle, and the smaller altars to other gods along the wall have been completely destroyed. Still, the Desnans seem to have done their best to set it up to serve the civilian population; they've found some sort of fabric for the sleeping area, and they've managed to source some food.

Among the people gathered are two that Blai might recognize: Voyager Ramien, and the harpist from the Count's manor. The former is speaking to a couple of others in the corner, and the latter is entertaining a small group of children. Besides Desnans, there are also people wearing holy symbols of Sarenrae, Cayden Cailean, and Calistria, and a halfling with a necklace bearing symbols of six different Good gods.

Woljif points at a group of three tieflings. "Hey, I know those guys!"

One of the Desnans looks warily between Blai and Seelah. "These people are under the Dreamer's protection," he says in a cautionary tone. "What is your business here, travelers?"

"Hello, we don't mean any of you any mischief. Ser Tirabade asked for coordination of Sending targets between various parties capable of the attempt, and is also recruiting for a mission, though unfortunately I was not able to secure the Inquisitor's agreement not to use it as an opportunity for pursuing his unrelated grievance and therefore could not reasonably blame any of you for sitting it out if you feel you can be useful elsewhere."

"What's the mission?" asks the door guard.

 "Gotta say, 'do you want to come be arrested by Hulrun?' is not the greatest pitch I've ever heard," says one of the other Desnans.

("No one here can cast Sending, sorry." "He has eyes, dumbass, you're not going to fool him." "Shhh!")

Blai does have eyes! He can recognize Voyager Ramien! What was the point of that, do Chaotic people just lie for literally no reason. "It is not, but I am not very persuasive and so failed to persuade him. The Gray Garrison is held by the enemy at the moment and the idea is to retake it."

 "Do you, uh, expect it's going to actually help anything if we show up, waste a bunch of Hulrun's spell slots getting arrested, and then can't do anything because he's arrested us?"

"How strict does he intend to be? If we send Ingaberta is he going to arrest her just for being associated with us?"

(Woljif ducks past the door guard and jogs over to talk to the other tieflings.)