On his part, he is thinking about a way to gently raise the subject that Sefora needs to not piss off any nobility, especially if any of their peasants, or worse, Sefora herself, have any… accidents that post date the Queen’s amnesty.  The excising diabolism seemed okay with his proposal, which would add an extra layer of legal protection, but even so!

A bottle breaks against the back of her head, and she spins around in what feels like a single moment, and sees it happen, like a kettle boiling from a superheated rock 

a noble, with his freak bodyguard!

Quirze, who has not kept up with pamphlets or recent history at all, assumes the mob must be targeting Sefora for her unusual appearance.  He can probably talk them down given a chance!  Good thing she has adventurer toughness.

“Good people, cease your lawless assault on this woman!  She’s the liberator of Aspramunt and a friend to commoners everywhere!”

kill 'im

Quirze!, she thinks. "Quirze! Not like that!" she shouts, and grabs him by the hand and runs, as a cobblestone flies though the air, missing his head by a couple of feet at least- but it's not the only thing being thrown right now. "Mage armor!"

Uh what?  Luckily he is too confused to argue and he lets Sefora pull him along.

She comes to a stop. The next street isn't better. She looks up at the tenements, and jumps, implausibly, for someone who isn't an adventurer, up and into a window, smashing through closed wooden shutters, turns, and reaches down a hand. "You're a magic guy and you don't have mage armor? What did they teach you in Axis?"

He reaches up… but he doesn’t have the upper body strength to pull himself, Sefora will have to lift.

“Petitioners don’t usually retain any mortal magic in any of the afterlives, Axis and sorcerous bloodlines included.  I know four cantrips and a single first circle spell, arcane healing, like a good version of infernal healing, but much worse duration.”

This really isn’t the time for remedial arcana lessons, but he also has no idea what he should be doing.

Sefora lifts him. She has to use both hands- she's strong, but not that strong. She pulls him through the pathetic single room, past the terrified commoners, and then out the apartment's front door, and then heads up the stairs.

break down the door!

At the first landing, she stops, and draws a pair of bluish swords from the small of her back. "Keep running, Quinze! Get up on the roof, steal someone's clothes, and go."

(Séfora is wearing a minor amulet of natural armor, a greater cloak of resistance, a mithral chain shirt, and is wielding two defending shortswords. She is somewhat well protected, even without her shield, which is under a rock, out in the Bay)

He is about to follow her instructions when something critical occurs to him.

”I already know I made Axis, do you know what you read as?  It’s not worth killing a bunch of commoners to protect me when it would risk your own alignment!  You should get yourself clear without any deaths if you can.”

oh it's working, push harder, we've got them

He’s smiling now.  He’s pretty sure the Judge won’t count this as suicide against him, he’s saving both Sefora and some commoners she might have killed.

He should run into them, to force Sefora’s hand.

"Definitely not evil, I never did anything wrong, now go"

Oh, he’s going alright, but in the other direction, towards the mob.  He thinks of some snappy parting words.

“Then I won’t have you risk your record.”

And he runs past Sefora into the mob.  Axis here he comes!

an improvised club hits him, almost immediately, and he goes down

"QUIRZE! You IDIOT!"

Quirze is barely first circle, and so is durable as your typical commoner.  The blow to the head puts him out instantly, just as he had hoped.

If he had taken more time to consider, he would have asked Sefora to tell Naima not to bother trying to raise him, but he is well past that now!

Séfora screams, an inhuman sound, like metal plate being torn apart. A man rushes at her, and she stabs him three times is as many seconds, almost instinctively.

Takes a step back, and then another.

Carefully defending. 

When the smoke begins to rise from below- and it was bound to- you can't go into a big wooden building like this with torches and not have a fire- she begins to move forward again. The smart people leave. 

cough

breathing is for the weak

She finds Quirze.

He's dead.