"Your name?" Blai asks, following him out the door.

"Diego Salvador, Select. Patrol sergeant of Fort #3, most recently." 

"Tomorrow, then, Salvador, though of course you're welcome to stay in the temple in case someone pulls together an evening service. Dismissed."

Diego walks out, nursing the beginnings of a headache. He needs a drink. And to decide if he's coming back tomorrow. 

Olivia's been lurking unobtrusively. The temple is full enough that she thinks she hasn't caught anyone's particular attention yet. She wasn't willing to come close enough to try to overhear when they were still talking in the main room, but she tried to glean what she could from the facial expressions and body language of the conversation participants. 

She spent the duration of the private conversation trying to clear her mind and collect her thoughts and failing. 

As the other man leaves, she looks around to see whether anyone else is approaching yet. She'll only go forward if no one materializes for a few minutes, or if the priest looks like he's going to leave. 

Here's another would-be bodyguard.

This one comes with six additional men with swords following. A couple of them also have armor.

"Select Artigas?"

"- yes, and you are?"

"Sergeant Gonzalo, we're with the Volunteers. Saw your pamphlet."

"The... Volunteers? Volunteering to do what?"

"Right now, volunteering to guard you, Select. It's a shame on all Westcrown, them stringing you up like that, and we won't see it happen again."

"If you are volunteers, what is your means of support?"

"I think our lieutenant is funding us personally? Most of us are staying at his house, at least. Used to take donations, but now we tell people to just donate to the church, if they try."

"Do you have... some formal relationship with the Glorious Reclamation, or work for a lord, or...?"

"No. The church hasn't gotten back to us about putting a cleric or paladin in command. Lieutenant says that, as soon as they do, we immediately take orders from that person instead of him. Unless they're illegal orders. Until then, we listen to him and to heaven."

"Who... is your lieutenant."

"Lieutenant Taberner, Heaven's Army of Westcrown Volunteers. Not a Select or a Paladin."

"I know you already know, they'd tell you if there was another Select. But we're to always tell people that he's not empowered by Iomedae, when mentioning him."

"Which is entirely correct of him to have as a policy. Where is he from? How long have the Volunteers been a going concern?"

"He's a Westcrown man. Went off to be one of those adventurer types, but he's no foreigner. I don't know how long we've been around, depends on how you count. There's been volunteers trying to keep order in the streets since right after the war, but the lieutenant making it a proper holy order with vows and all is only a months or so."

"Does he have any contact with any arm of the Church about this?"

"No contact yet. Our understanding is that the church will get to one of his letters in time, but they are very busy with a thousand more urgent crises. Until then, we should try to catch sermons but not bother the church further."

"I... think I disagree with this assessment" you are OPERATING A PARAMILITARY FORCE "and am going to see if I can get you a paladin to join you at your headquarters and consult on what's occurred so far unless there is a reason I should not do this."

Please do, it would very much be appreciated. 

"There's no reason not to, that I can see. We can write down the address and directions to there."

Tragically de Luna has not been reassigned to Westcrown yet because they need a third circle paladin at the Wound. Blai wades into the crowded temple and comes back with a paladin.