"Daeran." Lusilla places her hands on his chest and looks up into his eyes. "You are definitely going to make fun of me again no matter what."

Okay, Horgus Gwerm specifically requested Camellia, so if she's not down for it then it's kind of a no-go anyway. Lusilla leaves Daeran giggling behind her and goes off to find Camellia. 

Camellia has staked out an actual chair, and is polishing her rapier (non-euphemistically).

"Hi, Camellia. I happen to have a slot of time not urgently occupied by Eagle Watch business, what about you?"

She sheaths the blade. "I'm at your service."

"Awesome, because I was thinking now would be a good time to do Horgus Gwerm's mansion errand."

Oh, hey, that's more interesting than she expected. "Who's coming?" And can it exclude the literal beggar and rat, like, dang. 

"So far the only other person I've asked is Daeran, because if you said no it'd be a bit of a moot point."

"Alright." 

She's pretty sure she can't just say, "please do not ask the beggar or the rat to come," because if Lusilla were going to be reasonable on that front she wouldn't have picked them up in the city in the first place. Or, you know. Collected bug corpses to eat. 

Lusilla does, in fact, ask Dànpiàn and Ember if they want to come, because why would she not, but on the plus side--from Camellia's point of view--Dànpiàn says no. But Ember says yes, and so does Seelah, and obviously Woljif has to come...

Plus Horgus Gwerm, of course, but he's not exactly a party member. 

"So, hang on, what are we doing in this direction exactly?"

"Woljif's organized crime contacts think he stole something from them and we want to persuade them to instead pick on a guy who we think is a Baphomet cultist."

"...But you're not...sure." 

"Nnnnnnno, but we are sure that he's the guy who stole the thing?"

Seelah sighs. "I'll babysit Mr. Moneypants out here while you guys do schemes. Try not to get anyone hurt who doesn't deserve it." 

"We will!" 

Woljif is just going to let Seelah assume Lusilla's promise covers anyone but herself, instead of actually lying to her face. Safer that way, if things go south later. 

Pff, Camellia try NOT to get people hurt? As if. But she doesn't exactly expect to get away with stabbing random Thieflings, or anything, so--close enough, right?

"Brother Woljif," Kerismei says curtly. Her gaze sweeps over the rest of the group, noting the absence of half-lizard archer guy in case it's important later. "I wasn't sure you'd be back." 

"Aw, c'mon Sister Kerismei, d'you really think I'm stupid enough to run off on you like that?"

Yeah, Kerismei's not going to dignify that one with an answer. 

Sigh. "It's Melroun." 

Kerismei turns to ask Melroun what he thinks of Woljif's accusation, but he's already lunging forward to reply to Woljif with the eloquent rebuttal of Knife. 

Nuh-uh. She's here to be Woljif's back-up muscle, and she can fulfill that role admirably. 

She's not, actually, experienced in fighting stuff with her body instead of weapons, in this form, but even so, she has two major advantages: one, when he does manage to get her with his knife, she heals fast, and two, while she isn't as fuck-off strong in this form as the other, she's still pretty strong. She totally succeeds in the part that involves tackling him away from Woljif. 

Also, since that lovely conversation with the spirit this morning, not only will she be able to mend the hole the knife leaves in her clothing, she'll also be able to clean the blood out!

"You'll pay for this!" Melroun snarls. "Voetiel and Hepzamirah will get you in the end!"