She wags a finger at him. "And, Lann, not or! With this many curses and horrors, we're going to need some miracles and wonder!"

"You have a very strange way of looking at things. I won't say I don't appreciate it, though." 

"Good! --There's probably enough time today to make another trip out into the city, how d'you feel about that." 

"Do I look like I want to sit around? Don't get me wrong, there are ways to keep busy, but still." 

"I was thinking, small stealthy group to check out the Tower of Estrod like Anevia suggested? And maybe swing through the main square on the way, the Storyteller thinks checking out the spot where Terendelev died would be a good idea." 

"Fine by me." 

Lusilla ends up taking Lann, Woljif, Camellia, and also Daeran because Daeran is not interested in hanging around the Defender's Heart where all the Paladins are. At least he wears less armor than Seelah. 

"You know, a sneaky group like this," also, critically, paladin-free, "would be good for going to see Sister Kerismei too." 

"Woljif..."

"Sister Kerismei?"

After glancing at Woljif, Lusilla relates the story of the respective deals she made with Anevia and him. 

"Oh, do lets. This I have got to see." 

It would be nice if, in addition to the paladin, they also didn't have the count, but oh well, you can't have everything.

Camellia wrinkles her nose. "Ugh. Let's not." 

And Lusilla finds herself tiebreaking again. Camellia's reason for not wanting to go isn't terribly valid; Daeran's reason for wanting to go isn't really valid either but it's less...characteristically awful...than Camellia's, so. 

Off to the secret crime ring hideout. 

A tall and intimidating halfling woman looks up when they enter. 

"Brother Woljif. You got my message, then."

"Sorry I couldn't swing by sooner, dear Sister Kerismei. It was just one thing after another: first I was in shackles, then I was still in shackles and also being watched, and then this kind lady," he jerks his thumb at Lusilla, "got me out, and I came here as soon as I could." 

Lusilla waves brightly. 

Kerismei gives Lusilla a brief disdainful look before returning her attention to Woljif. "Enough. We had a clear plan: we were going to wait for nightfall, slip into the shop, grab the goods, and leave. Even if the guard was called, we were supposed to have time to get away. But that bitch Irabeth showed up almost right away! She knew we'd be there. Somebody betrayed us, and I have a good idea who it was. What do you have to say to that?"

"So, to be clear, you're accusing Woljif?" 

Kerismei's lip curls. "She speaks. And here I thought Woljif only brought you as a sacrificial pawn, to distract me while he tries--tries--to escape. Yes, I think he did it." 

"Well, I think if he'd been Irabeth's informant, he wouldn't have been in her jail cell when I found him." 

"Yes! Thank you! You think I wouldn't have scarpered when the demons showed up if I'd had half a chance? I'm a cautious fellow! And if there's one thing scarier than a city full of demons, it's you, Sister Kerismei--I'm not stupid enough to piss you off like that."

"I don't see you in a jail cell right now," Kerismei retorts coldly. "You came here with backup--you knew Irabeth's people would protect you--and not all of the loot has been returned. So where exactly is the Moon of the Abyss, Woljif?

"Sorry, but this sounds important, what's the Moon of the Abyss?"