"They'd better hope so. Well once the building is clear, let me know; I'll be out here."

He looks around for a moment. "Better not be in sight of the road, actually."

He doesn't look precisely happy about hiding behind the bushes, but it's not enough to stop him from doing it.

Camellia looks at him with clear disdain, but refrains from speaking her comments aloud.

Luzai would not say that she feels disdain but, mm, also she isn't going to judge Camellia for it. 

Alright. Inwards they go! What is there to stab and/or inflict cantrips on. 

The inside of the manor is a mess. It was clearly looted, with pictures pulled down from the walls and decorative torch-holders pulled from their sockets, but incompletely so - most of the doorknobs, for instance, are still attached to the doors despite the market value of their metal. Unfortunately for Horgus Gwerm, however, that is not the extent of the damages. The debris and spillage are of the sort one might expect after an extremely rambunctious party that nobody bothered to clean up after. Judging by some of the sounds coming from further into the house, some of said revelry might be ongoing, but the foyer is at least empty of people.

Sigh. 

Looting is one thing, but she takes personal offense to vandalism. Nobody benefits! It's not just stupid, it's just stupid. 

Alright, follow the noises. Probably they can sneak up to a sufficient extent to find out what they're dealing with before facing it head-on. 

Despite it being the early afternoon, this still manages to involve stepping over someone lying on the floor, passed out drunk. There's not really anything about him to make the determination of if he's a cultist or not, but a peek into the kitchen makes it clear enough - several of those enjoying the Gwerm wine cellar are Cambions, and judging by the state of a nearby corpse they've had at least one victim since they arrived at the manor.

Well...at least someone who's drunk is probably easier to fight than someone who isn't? 

"I think it probably makes sense to handle them now, but we could check out the rest of the house and come back later when they're even drunker," she whispers. 

"The humans might be sloshed, but there's a chance the demosns is attentive enough to hear if we get in another fight - the two of them seem much more lucid than the others, even if they're not being very active."

"That's right, demons are immune to poisons - I guess alcohol would count as one, wouldn't it. We'll have to take them down first. I'll head for the one on the right - Villibor, Luzai, Wenduag, are you ready?"

"Ready."

Wenduag waits until the moment the cambion facing towards them draws in breath to cry out in alarm to loose her shot; the arrowhead interrupts the exclamation and delays the noise by a moment, but the sudden arrow shaft sprouting from their chest is still a pretty alarming thing for their fellow to see. They spring to their feet, scrabbling for their scimitar-

And Seelah slams her shield straight into them; unbalanced as they are, the force of the blow is enough to send them to their knees.

Luzai and Villibor focus on the human cultists, which lack a demon's resistance to acid. The two of them don't excel at firing into melee, but they do excel at working together. 

Neither of the demons are given the time or space to rally, and it's doubtful how much help their drunk fellows would have been if they weren't being shot to death. They die, though not before letting out a few screams of pain and fear.

"Hopefully anyone else here thinks that was just another victim of theirs."

Seelah glances at the bodies in question. She doesn't recognize all the tools besides them, much less the marks on the victims, but the whips and chains and collars she does are pretty disturbing. It's kind of surprising, really, most demons don't carry that many supplies with them.

"I wish we had the time to give them a proper burial, but spending that much time wouldn't be fair to their still living fellows. Still. May Pharasma judge them kindly."

"Amen," murmurs Luzai, who recognizes more of the tools but doesn't yet have the experience with demons to recognize their presence as anomalous. 

Anything of note besides instruments of torture on the bodies?

Not unless you count some reasonably high quality weapons or the unopened bottles of alcohol. The rest of the ground floor seems free of enemies, including when they check behind the locked doors - none of which give Camellia any trouble. Outside of the mess, the two most noticeable things about it are a reasonably well stocked library and the guest rooms. Most of the latter lie empty or were even repurposed, but between the decorations and the bed it's clear one of them was in use for a while prior to the attack.

Villibor definitely counts the weapons! ...He will check with Horgus Gwerm to make sure the bandits didn't steal the weapons from the manor. But if they didn't, bringing back good weapons to the Defender's Heart can only be a good thing. 

Luzai is not going to steal any of the books, obviously, but she does gaze at them covetously and mentally note any particularly interesting titles. Maybe when this is all over she will be able to persuade Horgus Gwerm to invite her over to read his books. 

There's some good stuff there! Mostly not on wizardry, but in addition to the expected works on history and politics and the gods and geography, there's a sizable catalogue on spirits, oracles, and even druids. It seems like he or one of his ancestors had an interest. 

The second floor is also damaged, but more spitefully than the previous - rather than prying loose things of monetary value or celebratory refuse, most of the damage seems to come from someone who just wanted to destroy things. 

"Tch, why would someone--"

Pause. 

"Hey, Seelah, any evil nearby?"

Abrikandilu. 

She can scan around. There's nothing invisible in the room with them that she can detect, but the walls of the Gwerm manor are not made of metal; detect evil goes through them just fine.

Her response is must quieter. "Three of them in range. And they're all strong." Left unsaid is that if that's just three Abrikandilu, they're probably fine, but there's no guarantee there aren't more out of her range and Abrikandilu are the weakest kind of demon that gets a strong reading.

"Kind of wish we had a map of this place. It would be useful to know if they're in the same room or not..."

"There's two rooms in that direction, but one of them is behind a hidden door, so I'd assume they're in the same one."