AUGH? She is going to STOP sensing that thing? Why is that even there. Put it back outside the crystal sphere where it belongs. Why!

She shakes herself. Count Daeran?

Who the fuck are you. Get out of my head.

I am not reading your mind beyond what you try to communicate to me. I don't speak the language and furthermore am out of earshot. My companions out here have killed the demons that were surrounding your house but our paladin is out of healing, I hear you're a healer.

She doesn't get an answer, but a minute later someone comes to the battered door. 

"Who's there?"

"Help with your demon problem!"

"Demon problem?"

...Bella gestures at the demon corpses.

"What the fuck. How'd they make it this far into the city -" He squints out the door at the wreckage beyond. "...was there a fire?"

Baphomet cultists doing arson. The cultists are unconscious.

" - I see. Well, commendations to you all, on handling that."

"It's not handled. The city is still full of demons."

And as I told the count our paladin here is out of healing, it would help enormously if we could borrow him, he could stand behind everybody else, bring some of you folks to watch his back, whatever.

"Tell the idiots out front to get lost!" the Count shouts over the loud music.

"Yeah, I think he's, uh, not in the mood."

Does he at least have any supplies we could use? We're keeping notes of it all for reimbursement later.

"He's got - love potions?"

"That's illegal."

"Beggars getting kinda choosy, aren't you."

I don't want to make any demons fall in love with me. Does he have useful potions, like healing potions, rope, scrolls...

"- wait out here, and I'll see if I can find anything."

Thank you.

He comes back with some healing potions and some rope, about ten minutes later. The music has in the meantime intensified.

"Right," he says. "Take this and please go away, you're making the Count very irritated."

Bella hands around healing potions and writes down how many and where from. Thank you. If it is necessary to send another runner notifying us of demons surrounding the house, again, I hope the Count will consider that reason to reconsider, but maybe we'll just go kill all the remaining demons ourselves before they wonder what's going on over here, who knows.

The guy shrugs apologetically and closes the door and starts re-barricading it. 

"We're near Irabeth's and my place, let's stop by there before we head for the library?"