Livi is still in a foul mood when he gets back to his boarding house. Those damned slips, thinking they can just kick him off his committee. Murderous thieving bastards.
One of the other boarders looks up at him as he enters, waving a pamphlet at him. "Hey, you're a delegate, right? The pamphlets are saying the whole thing's overrun by diabolists, is that true?"
Livi doesn't read the pamphlets. He's not convinced any of them are worth the paper they're printed on. Reading is for contracts and account-books, not for declaring that the concept of money is Evil.
"Some of it," he says. "At least, that's what the priestess said."
One of the other borders looks up, at that. "D'you know which ones?"
He's about to tell them about the Hellspawn noble that's been left in power for some reason when he has a better idea.
"There's some diabolist slips on one of my committees," he says. "Keep talking about how they want to steal and murder from normal guys like us. It's like they're not even smart enough to know they're supposed to pretend."
"You could've just told us that from the start," one of the other men grumbles.
"Shut up, Hugo," says the man with the pamphlets. "Do you know where we can find them? We were going to see if we could track down that cultist the pamphlets were talking about, but if you've got a better lead..."
"Yeah," says Livi. "I think I remember."