"Presumably!" 

"Thanks!" 

She's pretty sure that the spell her spell-like ability is like is Dimension Door. She uses it, straight down. 

Underneath the shop is, in fact, a basement. It's full of crates and boxes and bottles and jars and sacks and, in one corner, turned into a sort of nook by artfully arranged crates, is a very portly gnome. 

He startles when he sees her, and shrieks: "Mauraders! Bandits! Scavengers!" 

Lusilla props her hands on her hips. "Oh, knock it off. Firstly, I'm none of those things, and secondly, even if I were, who, exactly, do you think would come running if they heard you? Cultists of Baphomet and Deskari, that's who. I imagine whatever way of getting down here there normally is is well enough hidden by the mess your shop upstairs is, but they'll have plenty of time to find it if you keep caterwauling!" 

He glowers at her. "How'd you get in here, then?" 

She tosses her hair confidently. "Dimension Doored. I'm a sorceress working with the Eagle Watch; I'm looking for survivors to bring to safety." 

"Safe enough down here," he grumbles. "You're wrong about cultists coming running if I call; this place is soundproofed well past the point where my voice could get through; I just wanted to scare you off. I've supplies to last out the crisis, too." 

"Good to know..." Lusilla looks around. That does, in fact, look like a lot of supplies. "...If things drag on too much longer, could I come back, and maybe buy some of this off you? I mean, it looks like more than you'll need, by yourself." 

He gives her a considering look. On the one hand, this could theoretically drag on for long enough that he would in fact go through everything in this basement. On the other hand, a sorceress strong enough to casually cast Dimension Door a) is plausibly good for it, and b) could just murder him and take whatever she wanted, if that suited her. 

"Maybe," he says grudgingly. 

"On another note, d'you know what's up with Finnean?" 

"...Ah. Not entirely. He used to be as human as you,"

She raises a finger. "I am actually not human, I am some unidentified non-human creature that has the ability to look human. Probably not any kind of dragon."

"--at any rate, he used to be human, but--something happened to him--he doesn't remember what--he doesn't even remember that he's not human anymore. If you refer to it he gets confused; if you manage to work him through the logic to realize he's just in his weapon now, he gets upset, and then--forgets, again." 

"Okay. He asked to come with us, so we're taking him, because he's a person and he gets to decide." 

"I won't gainsay that. Technically--wait, what do you mean 'us?'"

"I actually can't carry anyone else while I Dimension Door, at least not yet. The others are back up in the shop proper. Through a hilarious series of improbable events, I actually ended up running around with, among others, Count Arendae." 

Snort. "If you can get some use out of him, more power to you." 

"I think he's entertained by the fact that I grew up in a little Iobarian village where nobody had ever heard of Iomedae." 

"Ha. Might help. Good luck with the demons." 

"Good luck staying hidden!" 

She bops back up to the shop. 

Daeran has finished his sketch. The drawing isn't exactly photorealistic, and he's made a bit of a funny caricature out of each of the tieflings in question, but it's clear enough which one is which. 

Woljif shows the drawing to Finnean. "Recognize any of these guys?"

"Oh, yeah! That one came by the shop a few days before the break-in!" And so did Woljif, obviously, but since Woljif is with the investigators they've probably already ruled him out. 

"...Which one?"

"Fyllemen Frulliatos was in the basement, and he said Finnean used to be human, and is sort of ongoingly unaware of his current lack of a flesh body," Lusilla says, loud enough that everyone can hear but soft enough that it shouldn't be too hard for Finnean to ignore her if that's more comfortable for him. "I think he thinks he's pointing."