Round 6 round-up
Zadastha's priestess pats Erista's shoulder at the sad tale of her uncle's cellar. "Family business. Always a problem," she murmurs. The priestess purses her lips, pausing. "But good that no ghouls were involved," she quietly finishes as the Justicar continues.
Demon worship not tolerated here? Demon worshippers condemned to death? Eilieen fights the urge to clap her hands together and do a little dance on the spot, instead opting for a solemn nod. It's not easy, but she manages despite the faint glitter in her eyes.
Arkan, fortunately, is on his toes (thus far, when has he not been?) and manages to smooth over any of Aarnr's faux pas. Eilieen isn't in the mood for such, as at the moment she's at least in partial agreement with Aarnr. It won't last, but will probably occur again...at times the two feel like a pair of swinging coconuts: sometimes they smack into each other with a violent crack, sometimes they travel in tandem.
And now, as their mage continues with the diplomacy, Bowbe's priest seeks guidance. "Hm, no." As much as she would like to agree (assuming Feldon is guilty of demon worship), in this case clarity is needed. Quietly. "Some kind of other proof - things about his house pointing to demon worship, a secret temple dug into his cellar, an unholy symbol hidden under his shirt or the like - will be necessary." The Zadasthan raises her hand. "I know, I know. If he's a demon worshipper, such things are of less import than simply..." For a long moment she studies Aarnr, then shrugs, unable to actually argue in this circumstance. "...removing his head and waving it about like a banner as warning for people with similarly moronic ideas. But for the lawkeepers of the city, we need to prove we didn't kill him for no reason."