Personally Villibor would rather kill demons that were carrying lootable objects, at least until he's powerful enough to do horrible experiments to their corpses, but you can't have everything. 

Once past the market square, the architecture gets steadily more impressive and the estates richer, with commercial buildings giving way to townhouses with glass windows. Many of said windows are smashed, and the doors broken down; their wealth and position in society likely made them tempting targets to cultists and opportunists alike.

Huh, they're passing pretty close by Count Arendae's place, neat. 

They are! It's pretty easy to keep track of which way they'd have to go to get there, too, what with the smoke and all.

Luzai is not, like, specifically angling to go there, but if it happens to be on the way she is actually non-zero curious what the situation there looks like, what with her warning and stuff. She would be a little surprised if it was one of the buildings that was on fire but only a little; the count could easily have gone to ground somewhere else. 

It's a little bit out of their way, but Seelah is pretty easy to talk into going towards the fire rather than ignoring it, and three of them that's the majority of their group.

Well. 

The place is pretty well-guarded, which isn't exactly a surprise; there are some cultists trying to pick a fight with the guards, whiiiiiich is maybe a little bit of a surprise--surely there are softer targets--but not really; a stationary target that's visibly not taken over by demons is kind of an obvious thing to want to solve, from their perspective. 

Cultists don't have demon resistances. Eat acid. 

They're not exactly fans, either of it or the crossbow bolts they start taking when they stand up to counterattack. How does she feel about alchemist's fire? They've got a lot of that saved up for burning down buildings.

OW FUCKER. 

She does not like that one bit. But, like, also? They definitely shouldn't be allowed to burn down buildings with it??? She is somewhat less in favor of their managing to escape than she is of the average cultist! 

...Tragically, hiding behind Seelah works significantly less well against alchemist's fire than it does against people attempting to melee her. Ow. 

Villibor just straight-up does not have the complicated feelings his sister does about cultists dying. He moves to a sufficient distance away that any given cultist is going to have to make a choice about which one of them to bomb and snipes at them with his crossbow. 

Camellia also lacks any complicated feelings about killing cultists, at least in that direction. She can charge in alongside Seelah and get too close for them to throw fire at her without hitting their own people. Their armor is terribly shoddy, and unlike proper soldiers they aren't exactly skilled with the daggers and shortswords they hastily flourish.

Horgus Gwerm is going to hang back outside the splash zone, thank you very much. Rapier or no rapier, he has no intention of getting his hands dirty when he doesn't have to.

Considering that he is, strictly speaking, paying them to do a thing that is not this, as long as he just stays back an doesn't complain, Luzai isn't going to complain either. 

Once the cultists are all dead (...mostly thanks to Seelah and Camelliah, with Special Guest Star Wenduag, Luzai isn't going to kid herself about how impactful the cantrip-slinging wizards were, here) Luzai is going to check them very carefully for any remaining alchemist's fire, because that stuff is apparently really good at ruining someone's day!!!

Oh, they've got a whole barrel of the stuff! Not very high quality, in either ingredients or preparation, but more than enough to be very unpleasant for anyone or anything nearby.

His guards may prefer that he and they hang back now that the threat is neutralized, but it's only been a day since the attack began and Daeran is already bored out of his mind. He supposes this is what he gets for being relatively responsible for once - he'll have to remind himself to never make that mistake again. When he spots the newcomers, however, he feels his decision to head out in person is completely vindicated.

"Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes." 

"Oh! Hi!" 

She waves cheerfully, despite the alchemical burns on significant portions of her flesh. It's fine, she'll get better. "Sorry for showing up without the pretty dress this time, but, y'know, the streets just aren't safe these days. Did you know the people living underground are real? This is Wenduag! She's a really good archer!" 

"It sounds like someone's had an exciting time these last few days - perhaps I ought to be jealous."

He then turns towards Wenduag, and gives her a dazzling smile. 

"It's a delight. I am count Daeran Kael 'Myriad Melliflous Monikers' Arendae, the master of this house you just helped defend." 

"And this is Seelah, and that's Camellia, and this is my twin brother Villibor." 

Uh oh, this guy is at least as Splendid as Luzai is. 

"Allow me to warn you in advance, then; I have no intention of remembering any of those names. On the other hand, I would be a poor host indeed if I left you injured defending me without so much as a by your leave, and I happen to be something of a healer. May I?"

"--Well, I certainly encourage you to heal the others, but my brother and I are dhampirs; we heal the opposite way, like undead." 

"You have my sympathies, but that's not a concern. Inflict Light Wounds, Inflict Light Wounds."

Then he channels energy, catching the rest of her entourage.

"Now, what brings you back to this neck of the woods? If you're hoping to attend another party, I'm afraid I must warn you things have been dreadfully dull on that score ever since Deskari decided he just had to gatecrash."

This is AWESOME. Luzai has been having so much less trouble getting healed since the demon attack began than she was expecting.

"Hah, I wish. No, Horgus Gwerm is paying us to escort him to his mansion so he can secure stuff against looters. We can't all be independently wealthy aristocrats." 

"--I mean, technically--" 

"Pretty sure we stopped counting as independently wealthy after we spent all the money we stole from Father."