Okay, so he's probably not a vampire, yay. "It has nothing to do with the ale's characteristics other than that it probably contains alcohol. I like to have a mug to create water into. Would a channel in fact harm you?"

"Yes. Unless I'm the one doing it, I can avoid catching myself in it. If you want to get on the channel rotation talk to Irabeth, she'll tell you where to stand so you don't zap me." He reaches under the counter and pulls out a chipped earthenware mug. "You can have this one."

"How much?"

"On the house. I'm not giving my customers a broken mug, and I don't have time to fix it."

"...as you say. Thank you." And he will go see if a belt or at least a bag may have appeared.

Aimar has found a bag. He couldn't find a regular belt with frogs but he found a bandolier-style one that could go over Blai's shoulder, and which does have frogs.

That's fine. He emplaces objects upon it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. One more thing before you go — a group of civilians reported seeing Prelate Shappok guarding one of the rifts in the Market Square, near the temple of Iomedae. We think this may be a trap of some kind — it's unclear why that would be his top priority — but we don't have a better lead on where to find him."

"A trap... by the civilians of whoever might look for him, or a trap that he may have fallen into?"

"More likely the former than the latter, or a demon impersonating him with an illusion. But no one has reported actually talking to him, so it's also possible there's a valid strategic justification for standing watch there."

"I do not know him well enough to distinguish him from an impersonator reliably."

"Oh, that part's easy. When that Chaleb guy burns people to death he's got the blessing of Baphomet behind him, and when Hulrun burns people to death he's got the blessing of Iomedae."

Irabeth studiously ignores Woljif. "You don't need to prioritize attempting to distinguish him from an imposter, but if you do encounter him, it would be helpful to let him know that the city's defenders are gathering here. —That's not secret, so if he is an impersonator and you're already engaged with him it shouldn't harm much to inform him."

"Understood. Any other updates?"

"We've also heard reports of arson in the vicinity of the market square. It's currently unclear whether it originated from brimoraks, human arsonists, or accidental consequences of the earthquake, but keep an eye out."

He nods. If that's all and there's not a channel they could all be catching in the next fifteen minutes or something they can move out.

They are doing regular channels, but none quite so soon.

As they head out the door, they see Staunton Vhane approaching the Defender's Heart from the other direction.

Someone dressed as a crusader curves off the path they'd been walking on to bump into him, hard. "Hey! Watch where you're going, traitor."

.......that is not obviously something that wants Blai's intervention but it might in a moment or two want him to have slowed down slightly so he does that.

Staunton ignores him and keeps walking towards the inn.

The other man spits at his feet. "I said, watch where you're going. Or do you not even have the decency to apologize?"

"Ser Seelah?" he murmurs. They did just see a few someones dressed as crusaders who weren't.

"...Neither of them detects as Evil. But it doesn't seem right, treating him like that. He's spent seventy years atoning for what he did."

"Fat lot of good that'll do for the people who died in Drezen."

"You are also not doing any good for the people who died in Drezen and might be doing harm to anyone now relying on the cohesion of the Wound's defenders."