He snorts dismissively at the comment about Desna sending Thall messages.

"My condolences at your tragic deficiency of skill in illusion magic, dream boy. How long do your summons spells typically last?"

"Barely over half a minute, if I don't extend them."

"Fascinating. To confirm, you have never manifested any form of sorcery?"

"Not as far as I know."

"Have you been in any form of adventuring party before?"

"Yes."

He is attempting to slightly imply via meaningful facial expression that he's not going to give any specific details in front of the Inquisition.

Of course he isn't. He's the type of traitor who would go to the pyre before helping the authorities capture his confederates. As much as he despises demon cultists, at least they mostly don't object on principle to selling out their fellow cult members.

Yeah no that's fine he just wants to know how green the guy is, second circle could go either way. Blai has no further questions for him in this setting.

In that case, the Count is going to spend the remainder of the walk attempting to antagonize the Inquisitors by sharing stories of his exploits. Perhaps they're interested in hearing about the time he purchased the helmet of a great hero of the crusade and repurposed it as a chamber pot? Or the time he commissioned a mural of the goddess Iomedae in bed with Aroden? 

Okay, that second one is pretty funny.

Seelah makes a face.

This is much less interesting than interviewing dream boy about his magic. 

Insofar as Blai picked up any opinion on the concept of heresy law from the Acts it was anti- so he supposes he will not make a big deal about that?

The Prelate is well-acquainted with the Count's antics and has no intention of permitting these stories to get a rise out of him. If it were solely up to him he would try the Count for blasphemy, but if it were solely up to him he would also try the Count for arranging the murder of his bodyguards.

Here's the Defender's Heart. One of the paladins at the outer gate looks at the Count and starts to say something, but the one standing next to him elbows him and quietly whispers something.

Either the Count's got a hell of a rap sheet or he has a really bad attitude about joining forces with Iomedaeans to put down demons and necromancers, yeah.

Is Irabeth busy, inside? Is Rathimus?

The two of them are talking to each other, actually! (Irabeth looks slightly annoyed.)

Well that bodes poorly but makes for an obvious place to stand and wait for attention from either/both.

"I'm no Abadaran, but it seems to me that if we fail here, you're not going to be able to spend your money anyway — ah, hello, Select, Prelate."

"Hello. This is not a scale of moments emergency."

"Understood. Fiducia, can we resume this discussion in a few minutes?"

 "Yes, that's acceptable."

She turns back to Blai and Hulrun. "Is this a matter that requires secrecy?"

"I do not require it; Prelate?"

"Not at this time."

"I ran into Thall over there and then the Prelate happened upon us both. He conducted a summary assessment and sentenced Thall to death; I offered to keep an eye on him within my party instead; I would like the Fiducia's help with clarifying the interpretation of the oath that the Prelate would like in order to allow this."