Cultists by the docks
Mancini, having apprised the situation, walks over to Ardenas and Aoife. He lowers his voice so that it barely is above a whisper. "Whatever that tentacled thing was sure did a number on these creeps. The ones who are disturbed are in risk of possession, and I fear the ones who were unscathed will probably not talk without the aid of a magical compulsion."
He turns to Aoife. "Your little leprechaun bag of tricks doesn't include a truth telling spell does it? Personally, I would not hand these vermin over to the Haeredeum blind. Plus, anything we could learn would be useful in stopping the spread of this cult and add income into our pockets and the Guild's."
Mancini paused for a second before continuing. "If we need to turn them over, we will be sitting ducks for the escaped cultists and that escaped demon. It may be prudent just to put the disturbed ones out of their miseries and only take the ones not turn to mush. Also, we should get someone to consecrate this ground, just to ensure that nothing else demonic can use this hideout as a staging ground."