He checks the temples nearest Charthagnion first, but nobody's seen Llei there. Eventually he winds his way back into the Regio Sacero and the grand Iomedan temple. The one where Valia Wain would be staying. He doesn't know whether to hope to run into her there or not.

...What he's hoping doesn't really resolve itself any more clearly when he sees her there, among the crowd.

"Valia Wain!" he shouts across the crowded temple. "You slandered my name and murdered my grandson and I demand satisfaction."

- Valia jumps to her feet, because that's an angry person in her temple which is full of scared civilians. She recognizes him. The evil orc noble. She doesn't remember his name. 

The civilians are frantically scrambling out of the way of the mad angry orc. Valia is so tired and well aware her brain isn't really working but probably the important thing here is - "let's step outside and talk about this," she says. And looks around for the more grownup priests. She might need their help, here. He is probably going to be more amenable to being talked down by them.

He'd be happy to, now that the challenge has been issued. Inside the temple is a terrible place for a fight. He turns on his heel and walks out the door.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa. He rushes to intercept Valia on her way out.

"I think you can decline -"

"Yes, I don't want to fight him, he'd kill me and also I think Archmage Cotonnet said dueling's not allowed. I just didn't want to argue with him here - he's one of the Evil nobles Abrogail Thrune appointed -"

"Lastwall also forbids dueling - or at least it's forbidden at the worldwound forts and I've never known it to come up in Vigil - I'll come with you, to explain if I need to -"

"Thank you." And she steps outside into the pouring rain.

"Name your weapon."

"The Archmage Cotonnet told us we're forbidden from dueling, and Lastwall forbids it also, and I have no desire to fight you. You said your grandson is dead? In the riots?"

"He is dead, killed by the mobs you set on us, along with two Iomedan priests who tried to stop them. He was seven years old! The archmage forbade us from dueling during the convention, but the convention is suspended. We are not in the hall, we are in the streets of Westcrown! Name your weapon."

"I didn't - I did not expect or want mobs to attack your grandchildren and Iomedan priests. I'm so sorry. It will not bring them back if you kill me now, and I am not even carrying a weapon, because I've been trying to heal people from the mobs." And she looks helplessly at Iustin.

"Sir, I understand that you're upset, that you've lost people important to you, but there's nothing to be gained from further bloodshed. Select Wain did not kill your grandson. She has been healing people all night -"

"Healing people who would not need it if not for her!" He pulls a sword from the sheath of one of Chelam's guards, and throws it to clatter at Valia's feet. "Stand in her place or stand aside, Select."

He steps in front of Valia and holds out his hands. "No."

"No no no - this is my fault, I didn't mean it to happen but Feliu thought that if there were pamphlets of the speech it might - don't hurt him, he had nothing to do with this -"

He draws his own sword. "Pick it up."

He does not pick it up. "I am sure that we can find some way to resolve this without further bloodshed. The queen will hold trials, I am sure -"

Well, he was warned. "Fine." Ramirez takes three steps forward and swings his sword twice and cuts Iustin down.

nonononononono

"Abrogail Thrune chose you well, diabolist scum," says Valia, and takes off running away from the temple, to at least hopefully get him farther from all the innocent people there.

Grease. It's not, strictly speaking, legal in a duel, but neither is running away. He catches up to her where she's struggling to regain her footing and drags her out of the puddle by the hair.

"May you find no peace in the Beyond," he says, and sends her there.