"What are you talking about? I am pointing!"

Lusilla clears her throat. "Finnean, the figures are grouped pretty close together, so it's sort of hard to make out which one you're pointing at." 

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so. It's the redhead with the tall horns in the green cloak." 

"This guy?" Woljif asks, tapping one finger against the figure of Melroun.

"That's right!"

"Sweet! We've got our guy." 

"...We can still show the picture to any cultists we manage to capture, just in case," Lusilla equivocates. She would really rather screw someone over for being a demon cultist that she was probably going to have to kill later anyway, rather than because they...were helpful to Irabeth instead of sticking with someone who called her a bitch...

Shrug. "Sure, whatever." 

Okay. Now they can finally head for the Tower of Estrod by way of the spot where Terendelev died, like they were ostensibly supposed to in the first place. 

Either fortunately or unfortunately, they don't run into any groups of cultists they can't avoid en route to the place Terendelev died. But they aren't quite there, when--

"Is that a child?" With--some guys in the red and blue that Lusilla has seen on a lot of crusaders--it doesn't look like they're trying to protect her, though--

"We'll make this quick. She won't feel a thing," says one of the ???crusaders???

LUSILLA IS NOT QUITE SO PROVINCIAL AND NAIVE THAT SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. 

She bops between the guy who just spoke and the child immediately. Unfortunately this still leaves two other guys with access to the kid that she isn't immediately interrupting, but one's better than none--

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF--" pick a name, sure let's go with "--IOMEDAE IS GOING ON HERE???" she bellows. 

All three of them startle. 

"Please, we don't want to--" one of them starts. 

"There are demons everywhere!" the third one exclaims. 

"So you decided now was a good time to become a demon cultist." 

"What? No! We--we were going to sacrifice her to Iomedae, so our weapons would be able to hurt the demons!" 

Skeptical eyebrow-raise. 

"The last people I met wearing crusaders' armor and about to murder innocent people were definitely Baphomet cultists." 

"Please don't fight! You're all good people. These men are just very confused." 

Lusilla sits down immediately, to get on better eye level with the kneeling girl. 

"Hi! I'm Lusilla. Are you okay?" 

"I'm alright. I'm Ember, and this is Soot." 

The crow on her shoulder caws at Lusilla. 

"And you don't think these men are cultists?"

"No. They're trying their best to defend the city; they just made a mistake." 

"Alright. Well." She levitates herself to her feet, props her hands on her hips, and glares at the crusaders. "I don't know how you got this idea into your heads, but Iomedae isn't the kind of goddess who accepts child sacrifices!" Seelah wouldn't worship her if she was! "So scram, and never try anything like this again!" 

The crusaders run off. 

"Oh! Hi, Woljif!" 

Woljif scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "...Hey."

"Oh, you know her?"