"Having information on enemy action whose source you refuse to disclose does not exonerate you!" he snaps, then looks up. "...Ah. I remember you; you arrived in the city just before the demons attacked and Terendelev died! What are you doing here! Answer at once or I'll have you strung up by the ankles!" 

"What?" That would be dreadfully ineffective, she doesn't even have to have ankles--not the point. "I'm--running errands for Irabeth. I fell down that chasm with Anevia when Deskari attacked, and--well, what can I do but my best to fight the demons?"

"An admirable perspective that anyone would do well to adopt. I am Ramien of Edme, prior of the temple of Desna. Wise Hulrun here believes it is vital to guard a hole in the ground, from which he is certain demons will emerge at any moment, no doubt to join their more numerous brethren already ravaging the city. I have been trying to convince him to take a more proactive approach to handling the hordes." 

Okay so some of that is probably important actually, but-- "I thought his name was Prelate?" 

Anevia did mention a Hulrun but Lusilla thought that was one of the guards. 

There's no charade to have to keep a straight face for, right now; Daeran allows himself to double over with laughter. 

"...Prelate is his title," Ramien says gently. "His name is Hulrun Shappok."

"Ohhhhhhhh, okay." That explains a lot. 

Prelate Hulrun Shappok currently has a vein at his temple throbbing like it, too, fears and wishes to escape him. 

"You know what? There is something more important than guarding the chasm. I've put it off for long enough, and look what happened--I should have had you hanged the moment you dared to defend your subordinates. If the Sarkorians had just executed Areelu Vorlesh when they caught her, none of this would ever have happened. Soldiers, seize him!"

Whoa whoa whoa. 

Something strikes Lusilla the wrong way about the way he says "if the Sarkorians had just executed Areelu Vorlesh when they caught her," but--she has no idea what--Areelu was a name associated with cultists, right, why would that strike her as objectionable--probably just her overactive sense of empathy--

Not important right now. 

"Hey, hang on, what exactly is it he's supposed to have done wrong?"

He objectively does not have to answer to her or anybody about this but also he did in fact just go an uncomfortable number of rounds with a Nabasu and if she didn't even know his name there is no chance she has any context on the situation. Which doesn't excuse her impertinence, but that is in fact a problem he can handle later, if she backs down with an explanation. 

"Treason. Not long before the city was attacked, several of Desna's devotees tried to secretly access the Wardstone and perform and unknown ritual over it." It makes his blood boil just thinking about it. "The Wardstone given to us by Iomedae herself, wrought by the hand of her herald and entrusted to our care, and followers of that crazy runt of a goddess dare to try to meddle with it, after hearing a voice in their dreams! My men had nearly caught them when Ramien interfered and enabled them to escape. I should have arrested him immediately. But there's still time to rectify that mistake."

Crazy runt of a goddess??? Lusilla'd never even heard of Iomedae before ending up in Kenabres, and he wants to call Desna a runt? What is wrong with this man. How could anyone in their right mind--

--ohhhhh. In their right mind being an important qualifier. 

"There are demons with mind control magic, right?" 

"--Yes." What does that have to do with this specific situation right now. Is she going to suggest that Ramien was being mind-controlled into letting the original perpetrators go. That might actually make more sense than the truth, if you don't know anything at all about Ramien. 

"Please don't be alarmed, but I think one got you." 

...And this is what he gets for giving anyone the benefit of the doubt, ever. "Nonsense. Out of my way." 

"No! You said--" she turns to Ramien "--that it was a voice, in you guys's dreams? That warned you about the attack on the Wardstone." 

Ramien nods. 

"So between that and the Storyteller, you had two independent warnings! And you still decided that your priority was bullying Desnans!"

"The decisions of the lawful authorities of Kenabres are not for you to judge, girl."

"Dear Ramien, if they hang you, I shall miss you terribly. For about a week." 

Ramien gives Daeran a wry smile and an ironic salute. 

Those two know each other? --Not important, focus. "Legal authority or no, if he tried to prevent the attack and you're trying to hurt him for it, that sounds like maybe demonic mind control." 

"No, Prelate Hulrun is just like that." 

"What, really?"

(Ramien decides to take this opportunity to turn invisible and run away.)

"Beast! Heretic! Traitor! He's slipped away again!" 

He stamps his foot in an only mildly subdued echo of a screaming child, then turns back to Lusilla's group. 

"What about you? Whose side are you on? If you want me to believe that you're no cultist, go and recapture that traitor for me! Or, if you'd rather take his side, my men won't need to be told twice!"