His eyebrows shoot up a little at the telepathy. "Yes." And he takes a close look at it, pulls out some sort of chalk to gently scrape it against -

"If you could get to Nerosyan right now, and knew the local jewelers, and weren't in a hurry, I would guess you could sell this for sixty, seventy pieces - six hundred or seven hundred Absalom pounds. I would give you three hundred if you wanted to sell it now."

I'm not - exactly in a hurry? I want some paper. Can I use it as collateral against a loan, maybe, for more of its value?

"These aren't really ideal conditions for making loans because everyone is so terribly likely to die. And if it'd be worth three hundred to me to end up with the ring I shouldn't want to have it backing a loan for all that much more than that. Of course, you might want to do the loan even if it's for the same value because it lets you buy your ring back if all goes well. I'd be willing to do that."

Yeah, all right, let's do it that way. Thank you.

He will write her out a loan agreement and then, if it's acceptable, loan her three hundred Absalom pounds (repaying three hundred thirty) with the ring as collateral.

She reads it, but it looks fine. She will then buy some paper with some of her Absalom pounds.

He has plenty of paper for sale. 

She copies over the records of what was looted for defensive purposes first, more neatly.

Then it is time for SCREAMING INTO THE PAPER about how she's going to DIE and Fëanáro is going to land on Emily or something and be EATEN ALIVE and she got DISEMBOWELED yesterday and everything is horrible!

She feels better after having done this. She pockets all the paper and goes to see if the food distributing people need help with lunch prep or anything.

They'll take help, yeah. Food supplies are running a bit low, though Irabeth thinks that probably no one will starve before the relief army from Nerosyan arrives. (It may or may not have food, when it arrives.)

There's some kind of demon assault on the tavern while she's helping with lunch; there are screams from outside and the armored people mostly rush outside to deal with it.

She's basically useless against demons. She takes cover, if that seems to be the done thing.

Yeah, people in here are mostly huddling and praying. 

      "- and may I be forgiven all the wrongs I ever done -"

       "If I survive, Goddess, I will dedicate my whole life to your service -"

       "It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine. There's nothing to fuss about. We'll go to your grandparents' as soon as the paladins say it's safe."

     "Mommy, why doesn't the Goddess come and kill all the bad guys?"

                "Because She's very, very busy, kiddo. Because She's very, very busy."

It'd be a good excuse if it were true!

Is the angel sword up for doing anything by any chance?

It'll emit a soothing aura.

The fighting ends, and the soldiers stagger back in to crowd around Rathimus, who channels energy and fixes them all up.

That at least gods are good for.

"Bella! We heard from some of the attackers that the cultists are operating out of the Tower of Estrod, across the way. Would you be willing to head out with me this afternoon, see if you can knock them down for us?"

Yeah, I can do that if it's cultists not demons.

"Yep, cultists. Cool. Lann and Anevia said they'll come too, and Woljif's not supposed to leave my sight. Whenever you're ready, I guess."

I'm ready now.

The streets are mostly deserted, but about halfway there they see a young woman, to the eyes apparently human but to a subtle artist definitely not so, who is wandering down the street with a clipboard. "Hello!" she says brightly. "Would you like to take my survey? I am studying Baphomet cultists' comprehension of the faith of Baphomet!"

- everyone else clearly also thinks this is extremely weird behavior.

I don't think I can help you as I am not a cultist.

To her allies - That's not a human, though she isn't a demon either.

"Ah! Disappointing. But there are some cultists over there - I'll just go ask them." There are indeed some men congregated at the end of the street. Nenio heads towards them, apparently fearless. 

"...she's addled, she needs a healer," Seelah says with a grimace, following.

"Hello!" the girl is saying to the cultists. "What is the great weapon wielded by Baphomet called?"

They stare incredulously at her. 

While they are distracted is a great time to knock them out one-two-three -