"Okay. We're in Mendev, which is on the other side of the Lake of Mists and Veils from Iobaria. Iomedae isn't specifically a Mendevian goddess, or anything, but she's pretty popular here, on account of the Worldwound." 

"What's the Worldwound? Does it have something to do with all the demons?" 

Seelah and Anevia both look at her as though she had unironically asked which end of a cow was up, which was probably fair of them. "Yes," Seelah says after a moment. "The Worldwound is the giant Abyssal rift that the demons are coming through. Do you seriously not know this?"

Shrug. "I've never met a demon before today."

Snort. "I'd never met a demon, for ages and ages after I'd heard about the Worldwound. I don't know if anyone's ever been in Kenabres before, in the last century, without having heard about the Worldwound." 

"Well, I mean, I think mostly people in Kenabres cross the intervening distance while conscious, mostly. I wasn't. The last thing I remember before waking up on that stretcher, I was at home, in the woods, looking for herbs." 

"...Huh. That doesn't make a lot of sense, for demons to cross the entire lake just to kidnap one person and dump them outside Kenabres." 

"I really don't know enough about demons to say." 

"Fuck, I think my leg is broken." Deep sigh. "Well, I've had worse." 

Seelah would love to not be out of healing for today but oh well. 

Lusilla is not out of healing for today. "Let me see," she says, and crouches by Anevia's side. She helps the other woman straighten her leg, and then casts Cure Light Wounds. 

"Cleric?" Anevia asks. 

Lusilla shakes her head. "Weird kind of sorcerer, I think." 

"Those happen," Anevia agrees, then hauls herself to her feet. She tests her leg and finds it satisfactory. She peers at the ceiling. "I don't suppose you have a way out of here." 

"I...can fly," Lusilla says reluctantly, "and I could carry a person, but--if Deskari is still up there--he swatted me down here in the first place, I don't think he would just let me fly out." 

"You took a hit from Deskari and you're still standing?" 

"I think I got very lucky and he hit me with the wrong part of his weapon by accident." The actual blow isn't exactly a clear memory, just a confused flash of fear and pain, in that way that happens when events occur too suddenly to keep track of. "But you can see why I'm reluctant to face it again." 

"I suppose...we can't just cower down here until he's definitely gone, though. There are people up there who need our help." 

Theoretically they could, but since nobody here is going to do that, it's pretty theoretical. 

"You're right, but--it was a long gash. I want to see if there's anyone else who needs rescue and to be brought up to the surface, before I take the risk of poking my head out of the ground." 

“I guess that makes sense.”

It doesn't take long before the three of them reach an object that is sufficiently intact to make it clear that it used to be a locked chest. 

"I think this is where Hulrun put the confiscated weapons. Maybe your things are in here." 

Hulrun must be the name of the guard that Prelate told to remove the weapons from her stretcher. "They weren't my things. I didn't have any weapons on me when the demons must've grabbed me, not even my whittling knife. They must've been left behind by the demons, or other victims of theirs." 

"Hmm. Well, they're still likely to be useful." 

"You're not wrong." 

Lusilla does not actually know which of the things that used to be in the chest were brought in with her, but anything that was confiscated from anyone else, well, it's not likely that anyone is going to prioritize returning them to their rightful owners even if both the people who did the confiscating and the rightful owners are both still alive, so, finder's keepers. Lusilla picks up the shortspear and the light crossbow, neither of which are complicated enough to operate that she expects to have any trouble with them, and Seelah can have the sword. It's not actually any better than the sword Seelah has right now, but having a backup is generally useful. On this same principle Lusilla hangs the heavy mace from her belt. 

And then they can move forward. 

It isn't long after that that they run into a person...two people? No, one person and a corpse. 

"Who's there?" asks a half-elf woman standing over a very, very dead body, raising her rapier. 

"Peace, friend! We're not cultists. I'm Seelah, and this is Anevia and Lusilla." 

The woman lowers her rapier slightly. "I'm glad to hear it. My name is Camellia. I was in the square when..." she licks her lips nervously and shivers. "I never thought so many demons could get past the Wardstone." 

"Wardstone?"