"Wait, Aranka?"

Daeran starts laughing. 

"...Yes. She's a song-sorceress who--"

"Who picked the option you didn't! In terms of hiding out at Daeran's place. It got attacked by demons, she did really well." 

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ramien says to Daeran specifically. 

Shrug. "It would have been quite the tale to have outlasted the demon invasion without pausing in revelry, but I suppose it was not to be."

"Okay. We'll talk to her, see if she knows anything about the others. Good luck not getting horribly murdered." 

Soft laugh. "And the same to you." 

They leave, then; Daeran's place is in the same general direction as the Tower of Estrod, where they're heading, so that's no inconvenience. 

Slightly more of an inconvenience to run into another band of cultists without the sense to run away, though. 

Finally!!! VIOLENCE. 

How sad. At least, for some of these people, they can go quietly in their sleep, instead of struggling on behalf of powers that never cared for them. 

Camellia would have expected the little beggar's attitude to impact the quality of the fight, but really, all it seems to be doing, at least so far, is to increase the number of helpless enemies to finish off. Oh, don't get her wrong, there's very much something to be desired about thrusting your blade into a victim's struggling flesh, but there's also something lovely to being able to take the time to leisurely cut someone's throat, to really appreciate every drip and glimmering crimson splash of the arterial spray. 

Oho. Well isn't that interesting. 

(The witch-girl, not the bloodthirsty shaman. Bloodthirsty maniacs are a copper piece a dozen.)

Oh, good, these guys have weapons and armor to bring back to the Defender's Heart. Makes their staying to die instead of running off marginally less of a tragedy.