He's not sure how time-sensitive their other matters are but if these folks have it under control they can go find out.

They are ambushed by a pair of schirs on the way back to the Defender's Heart, but make it there safely! Here's Fiducia Dyra, discussing with Fiducia Rathimus whether Abadaranism permits her to give discounts to her tribe if she's in a position to choose.

Hopefully she can be interrupted at this (Blai would guess that of course she can but Rathimus would know better than him) and has worked out her price for the Truthtelling they want.

She's charging five crowns, with a much smaller fee for the travel than Rathimus is charging, and offering a discount for people who pay in currencies she doesn't already have, because she finds currencies innately interesting and can't exactly collect foreign coins underground.

"Would these work? I found them in my pack."

"Yes, I don't have anything like them!"

 Fiducia Rathimus peers at them. "Where did you get these? I've never seen this design before."

"I don't remember!"

"...thank you, Nenio, I don't suppose you have an idea of the exchange rate?"

"If I ever knew the exchange rate, I have certainly forgotten."

Fiducia Rathimus has a guess based purely on the metal of the coins, although he emphasizes that he is not familiar with the currency under discussion; if he compensates Nenio as the Fiducia advises, he'll be paying her roughly two-thirds of the original quoted price.

Everybody wins. Abadarans are great.

That handled they can follow Woljif wherever.

The most direct route to the thieflings' hideout has in fact been totally destroyed by the demons; where those roads once stood, there are now small caverns from which faint buzzing sounds can be heard. They are eventually able to find an alternative, more convoluted route; the hideout is apparently in the cellar of a small, nondescript house on the edge of town.

"Alright, Chief, you and Seelah stand in the back, okay?"

"As you say. Do you need a primer on best practices for Truthtelling use or would it be lost on them?"

He doesn't want a primer on best practices for Truthtelling use because he wants to clear his name of the things he actually didn't do without anyone getting bright ideas about asking him the things he totally did do.

"It'd probably be lost on them, getting tricky with it is just going to make it seem like a trick."

"The main thing I have in mind is that you want to work out what you're asserting before the spell's cast so you don't argue about it during the duration; any wording that works for you and them is fine but it might take longer than the spell to agree on."

Is it too late to go back in time and get the Chief not to tell him that

"Got it, Chief."

He disables a trap, knocks in a complicated pattern on the cellar door, opens said door, and leads the party down the stairs.

To Blai's eyes, the hideout is dim, but he can make out five tieflings kneeling against one wall, and several more spread throughout the room.

"Ah, brother Woljif. You've returned." 

She looks over the rest of the party, her eyes narrowing.

He holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "It's not what it looks like! I'm not the one who sold you out, I swear, and I brought the Abadaran girl to prove it."

"I see. And I suppose it was also necessary to bring two of Iomedae's people? Do you take me for an idiot, brother Woljif?"

"No, no, of course not! I made them promise not to go snitching, and you know how Iomedaeans are about promises. They're just here 'cause Irabeth's, you know, also not stupid, so she's not about to let me go wandering off on my own, plus they helped find the Abadaran."

If he's supposed to stand in the back then probably he is also not supposed to say stuff, which is great because he doesn't know what stuff he'd say. He stands there with his hands clasped mildly behind his back.