He channels.

"I dare say, these quasits were far more entertaining than a great many more powerful demons."

The two civilians who were conscious for the whole conversation exchange a long glance.

"...of course, Your Excellency."

"...because they were invisible, could fly, or both?" Blai asks, motioning for them to move on.

"Think about it, Select. Most demons simply attack like brutes, with no creativity, no artistry. These ones must have had at least a touch of inspiration."

"...They were making innocent people fight to the death."

He has no idea what Ramien sees in this guy.

"I suppose if you are trying to write an entertaining novel that would enter into it," Blai says blandly. "You," the civilians, "might want to join us on the rest of the walk to Defender's Heart where people are sheltering."

The civilians nod and follow after them. The one who went down to the quasit is having trouble walking in a straight line; after a few moments, he trips on a loose cobblestone and falls.

...bad luck on the channel? Blai's not going to successfully catch him but he can help him up.

"Thank you, Select."

On the next block the same person stumbles on some uneven ground.

"A quasit's claws can curse its victim's grace. If you have a Lesser Restoration prepared, that should fix it enough that he can walk."

...Decisions, decisions. He could win some gratitude here, but does he really value a commoner's gratitude enough to miss out on this entertainment? But on the other hand, the Iomedaeans seem to suffer from that tragic lack of sense of humor common to their goddess's people...

"I don't have it today." He does glance at Daeran but he is not actually sure how Daeran, like. Works.

Fine, he supposes he's willing to exert himself under the circumstances. "Lesser Restoration."

(The injured civilian is still notably clumsy, but not so clumsy that he can't keep walking towards the Defender's Heart.)

They have to fend off a couple dretches who think the civilians mean their group is going to be easy prey, but they can make it back to the Defender's Heart.

Yay.

He will now wait for a moment of Irabeth's time to see about the prescribed disposal of libelous material against the Queen.

Irabeth is talking to the Sarenrite who was guarding the cell earlier. "—of course, my apologies, I didn't realize your vows forbade you from speaking of his crimes." She pauses for a moment. "I'm not sure I can avoid drawing conclusions from what you told me, but I'll do my best not to let them influence my decision. Was there anything else?"

 "No, sir."

"You're off-duty for the next two hours. I advise eating dinner during that time." 

 The Sarenrite nods and leaves for the bar area. 

"Select! Anything to report?"

"It was preempted by other matters but when we cleared out the necromancer's place we found some material libeling the Queen and I was unsure if it was meant to be torched on the spot or if there's someone who would want it as evidence to look for the scrivener or something like that."

"Afraid Mendev doesn't have enough fifth-circles for that even when Deskari hasn't just made a personal appearance. Strictly speaking you don't have to torch it, any manner of total destruction should suffice."

"Understood. Onyx? Less specific components my party can't make use of yet? Necromantic scrolls?"

"The onyx is illegal to use in Mendev, but Kenabres has a dispensation from the Queen permitting us to sell it to Cheliax's Worldwound forces on the condition that it's used only for the defense of the Worldwound and the profits are used for the Worldwound defense." Irabeth is not incredibly pleased with this arrangement but she acknowledges that they would probably just be sourcing it from Geb otherwise. "Likewise the scrolls of illegal necromantic spells, though I'd need to know which specific spells they are to know whether they're illegal. Anevia can handle ensuring that they don't fall back into cultist hands. I can allocate the legal components to people who can make use of them, presuming this is acceptable to you, or potentially use them to compensate Fiducia Rathimus for his services."

"Either of those is fine with me. I... know where the Chelish outpost in Kenabres is, but not how it's fared this week, is there any word?" He rummages in the loot for the necromantic scrolls that they may be assessed.

"The latest report I have is that the stone previously forming its walls was magically reshaped into statues of Baphomet defeating Asmodeus in, ah, various humiliating ways. So far no word from the people who were there, though it's possible they managed to hole up somewhere."

"Ah. Can Fiducia Rathimus hold it with intent to sell it on when feasible?"

"Yes, he's covered under the dispensation under the condition that he abide by its requirements."