Probably whoever that is is really important where he's from? It would be great if she were actually a powerful caster and interested in helping out with the Wound, but even odds he's from some backwater where being able to cast a Restoration makes you some kind of hero out of legend.

"'Fraid I've never heard of her."

"I suppose not everyone can have. If more people may have fallen we should perhaps move along to find them."

Nodding all around.

A little further down the tunnel, a half-elven woman, covered in blood, is standing over a mutilated body, holding a rapier.

"Who's there?"

"Relax, friend, we're not demons or cultists! We fell down here when Deskari attacked. I'm Seelah, and this is Anevia and Select Blai. We're looking for a way to the surface."

She visibly relaxes, allowing her eyes to linger for a moment on Seelah and Blai's holy symbols. "I am ever so glad to hear that. I am Camellia, and I too fell victim to Deskari's... rampage."

...is there blood on the rapier?

Not at this moment! There's definitely blood on her hands, though, and blood on her outfit, and blood in her hair...

"Are you injured, miss?"

"No, Select, I was thankfully spared the worst harm of the fall." She glances at the mangled body of the man beside her. "Alas, I cannot say the same for him. I tried to heal him, but... I fear I was too late."

"You have quite a lot of blood on you, miss."

She sighs. "Yes, I am afraid I will most likely need to replace this entire outfit."

"Kenabres is overrun by demons, and you're worried about your outfit?"

"If you are not injured," says Blai, "and you attempted to heal this man, I would expect some blood on your fingertips, and a little transferred from there."

"Perhaps it would be so, with the magic of the gods, but the magic of the spirits can at times be more... personal."

Seelah frowns. "If she's Evil, she's not strong enough to detect, at any rate." Admittedly most people aren't, but probably she's not a demon in disguise or anything?

"I don't have Detect Magic today to check for an Undetectable Alignment, but it's probably possible to land well from this fall while too weak to detect. I would hardly know about the magic of the spirits. Are they well-known in the city, perhaps this is my own ignorance and you would have expected any passersby to be familiar such that you didn't think to disclaim unprompted."

She sniffs. "Even uncultured barbarians know about the shamans of Old Sarkoris."

"I've heard of the shamans, sure, but I've never heard of them being quite like... this. Only ever met a couple, though, and never for very long."

"I have met someone who called himself a shaman and he did not attempt to heal people with full body contact."

"Perhaps his spirit was simply less connected to the spark of life that runs through every living soul. Or perhaps he was deceiving you about the true nature of his powers."

"It is certainly always possible that someone is attempting to deceive me," says Blai levelly.

"I'm sure I misunderstand you, Select."

"That is also possible. Ser, what do you think?" he asks Seelah.

She fidgets with her holy symbol. "I've got a bad feeling about her, but... if we abandon her, and it turns out this was all a big misunderstanding, I don't think I could forgive myself."