"I'd be happier with a trial. Suppose we all go together to the Eagle Watch."

"No one in the Eagle Watch is willing to do what needs to be done. If they were, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"The mess where instead of getting your ostensible confessed cultists into proper custody you seem ready to have a fight with your professed allies? Because if you attempt to kill these people here we have a violent problem."

One of the guys who was stacking books attempts to grab a torch from its sconce.

"Create Water."

Why are his subordinates such morons. If they'd been faster with the books they wouldn't be in this mess.

Chaleb grabs a glaive from its spot by the prisoners' feet and attempts to charge Blai with it.

Oh shit, are they fighting? Okay, the other two will pull out daggers and follow him.

"If you surrender," mace! "you can have trials too." His guess is these people don't justify burning any spells.

One of the guys who was stacking books snorts. "Sure, if I ever decide I want to be tortured," (stab), "I'll let you know."

"If you don't want to be tortured," swat, "working for the Abyss is a bad decision."

"I dunno," (stab), "Chaleb's less of an asshole than any paladin I've ever met."

 "I'm a crusader," says Chaleb.

"I will still accept a surrender." Clobber.

Ow. This guy is unconscious now.

(Other book-stacker guy already dropped to Woljif; Chaleb's the only one still up.)

"Don't suppose you'll let me live" (stab) "if I tell you where the secret room is?"

"I'll let you live if you surrender."

It doesn't count if he kills him later. How stupid does this guy think Chaleb is?

(Stab. He's going for Camellia this time. He can't win this fight, but if he kills one of them he's still doing something for Baphomet, and she looks squishiest.)

Blai will flank with Camellia and clout him in the head.

Chaleb drops.

If that's the last one, he will see about getting the tied up people's side of the story?

"Praise Iomedae!"

 "Thank you so much — we're really crusaders, I'm pretty sure those are our uniforms—"

"We're the Order of the Flaming Lance. Except the elf, he's not a crusader."

 "—told us he was Chaleb of the Sunrise Sword and he needed our help, and we weren't about to just leave him out there, but I think he must have attacked us during the night—"

Are these people... wearing clothes... or were they about to be burned in their pajamas. Blai divests them of rope and sets about tying up the knocked-out cultists. "Miss Camellia, do you by any chance have Stabilize?"

They are wearing clothes. (Their shirts look somewhat wrinkled, and all of them have the look of people who could use a Prestidigitation.)

"I'm afraid I did not request it of the spirits today, Select."

"Then it would seem we haven't much choice but to leave these people here tied up and see how luck treats them until we can come back better resourced to either take them in or bury them as the case might be." He sets about the tying up. "Mr. Jefto, would you kindly clean off those people?"

"Sure, Chief, four rounds of Woljif Jefto's Bathhouse And Laundry Service coming right up." He Prestidigitates the three crusaders, the elf, and their clothing. "Want me to get the cultists too, or nah?"

"I expect they are all about to expire and it would promptly become moot, though I mean to swing back and check later on." He writes this down, on their list of errands. "But I would not myself turn down a once-over. Gentlemen," he's now addressing the released victims, "do you require any further assistance? You sir," the elf, "are you known as the Storyteller?"