When Iomedae woke up yesterday - if yesterday she woke up - she was with an army in Ustalav, fighting the Shining Crusades against the arch-necromancer Tar-Baphon the Whispering Tyrant, who sought to create an unending empire of the undead. Right now, though, she's outside a small farming village! She can tell it's a small farming village because of all the farm and pasture land that surrounds the houses, though it's in fairly hilly, woody country that cuts line of sight to basically just the village.
The distinguishing feature of this small farming village, right now, is that there's a large wooden platform and a bunch of soldiers, and what looks like about the entire population of the village - men, women, children - is assembled in a crowd under guard by the soldiers watching the platform, on which the soldiers have lined up half-a-dozen people who look basically indistinguishable from the other peasants (well, more men than women, no children younger than twelve) who are kneeling, hands tied behind their backs, some of them crying, while one of the soldiers with a big two-handed sword prepares to start cutting their heads off.
Most of the people present don't have auras, peasants or soldiers, but three of the soldiers (none of them the executioner) have fancier armor and of those three, two detect as Evil.