"I don't think she's a witch. She's clearly got a pure heart, and her bird doesn't detect as Evil."

"There are many kinds of strange sorcerers... are witches all Evil?... anyway, miss, do you need anything further, did you have things they might have taken...?" Like, uh, shoes?

She makes a face. "I doubt all of them are, but if someone's going around pledging themself to a hag for power that's not a great sign."

"They want to be strong enough to protect the things they care about, so they ask something they don't understand for help. Just like you."

"That's not the same thing at all! There's a difference between serving Iomedae and some monster you found in a swamp."

"Those men from earlier were trying to serve Iomedae. ...But they didn't steal anything from me," she adds as an afterthought. "I used to have a little bed for Soot, but it got stuck under a building when Deskari came." 

"Well. Hopefully theirs is at least an uncommon brand of foolishness." It is allowed in the handbook to accept volunteer adventurers who were also technically children but the language was sufficiently leery of the topic that he assumes he can't ask her even if she's a weird sorcerer. "Good day, miss."

For a moment she looks past him at Woljif, and it looks like there's something else she wants to say, but she thinks better of it. "Good day, mister!"

(Soot chirps at her.) "Soot says to tell you you can ask me if you need healing. But I might run out, there are so many people who are hurt and some of them don't have anyone who wants to help them."

"At the moment our party is supplied, but if we encounter you when that is not the case I'll bear it in mind."

"Okay!" 

A little to the north of where they met Ember is the central square, where Blai first woke up. The tattered remains of some of the banners are still visible, along with the half-collapsed remains of the temple of Iomedae. A group of people is gathered around the wall, painting a goat's head on it.

"Those two detect as Evil. The others don't, but..."

"They may simply not be strong enough. ...Create Water." On the wet paint, gallons of it rinsing the goat into unrecognizability.

They turn around. "Hey! What was that for?"

(The two that Seelah identified as Evil are wearing unholy symbols, one of Baphomet and the other... probably also of Baphomet, in context, though technically it could be an Asmodean pentagram.)

"That was for promulgating the symbols of Baphomet. Would you care to discard his badges and surrender?"

"Nope. Would you care to renounce Iomedae and surrender? She got her ass kicked by Deskari, that's just embarrassing." 

 "Come on, man, Deskari's guys aren't that bad."

"Maybe not the ones you've met."

"Gotta say, you guys are not making a very convincing pitch here."

"Unimpressive," agrees Blai. "Weak on the theological fundamentals." While they're all the way over there suppose he casts Bless.

"Look, I'm just saying," says the guy with the pentagram. "Baphomet managed to outwit Asmodeus, if beating a weak little god like Iomedae is the best Deskari can do I don't see why anyone would want to throw in with him. How about you, with the cute little horns, do you feel like joining us?" 

(The other person with an unholy symbol will cast her own Bless.)

"C'mon, man, bad enough to get that from the crusaders, now you're starting on it too? Woljif Jefto is an honest man, I tell you!"

...One of the cultists doubles over laughing.

If they are hoping to provoke Blai into doing something stupid by insulting Iomedae this does not really work - he is not commanded to get het up over random shit people say - but he will wade into melee hoping to catch the cleric who just did the casting while she's still casting her spell.

The other cultists will attempt to stab him!

His allies (except Lann, who is staying out of melee with his bow) follow after him! Camellia licks her lips.

At least as far as he knows this innocent foible is connected only to extracurricular murder and not to worshiping Baphomet, which in this exact moment puts her on the side of the angels.