Deep breaths. 

"Keep killing demons specifically," she says tightly to the prelate, and then they can all leave, right?

"Bye-bye!" 

This does not actually provoke Prelate Hulrun to attack them, so good enough. 

"That...that..." Lusilla grumbles, once they're a fair distance away.  

"Now imagine living here."

She shudders. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, Ember." 

"It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes." 

"Yeah, but when one person makes the same mistake, that kills people, over and over, there's--a bigger problem than normal."

"I think it must be very hard, to be a person like that." 

"Well--yeah." Sigh. 

Doesn't mean she won't kill him, if she has to. But that doesn't justify losing sight of the fact that he is also a person, and his life has the same inherent value as any other. 

Just not as much as all the others he could potentially end in the future. 

"Do you think we should check on Ramien?" she asks Daeran, who apparently knows the man. 

"I thought we didn't have time to hunt him down?"

She flicks him in the shoulder. "Obviously I was bullshitting the man. Are you going to object to that, now?" 

"Never. Shall we head to the temple of Desna, or do you have some other means of finding him?" 

Shift. "I have a great sense of smell like this. I actually tracked Anevia and Camellia, earlier, after we got split up and Seelah and I went with Lann." 

Ah, yes, the good old days, before Lusilla decided to hang out with beggars and rats. Not that Lann is much better.

"So I was thinking, circle around in a reasonable radius around Hulrun, until I pick up his scent, and then follow him from there." 

"Lead the way." 

So she does, and she finds the scent, and--

"Ah. The temple of Desna after all." 

"Okay, so your idea would have worked just as well, presumably." 

They approach the temple...and...

Lusilla turns. 

The scent trail doesn't go into the building, it goes--

She turns back into human form, dropping lightly onto the cobbles of the path up to the temple's door. 

"Hi. Sorry if my other form scared you. Um, I can smell really good in that shape, so I tracked you down to check on you--I didn't tell Hulrun I could do that. Or that I had the other shape. He seemed, um, twitchy, enough, without letting him know I was really something that looked like that."

"Yes, that may have been wise of you. He's...usually more stable than this," Ramien replies from a visually-empty patch of space. 

She sets her jaw. "Stably burning people alive is not an acceptable state of affairs." 

"What? I don't think he has--since--oh. Hello, Ember." 

"Hello, Ramien," she says, waving.