Cultists by the docks
Mancini's voice lowers for a moment so that only his fellow adventurers could hear him. "I've decided to try and purge some of this evil here myself. Oddly enough, my family on my mother's side were liscensed exorcists. I never cared or believed in that sort of stuff as such. I mean, demons were just things people made up to scare you into things or to take your money. And,if someone wanted to be taken advantage of by some soothsayer using some cheap parlor tricks, I say fine by me."
He pauses for a second before continuing. "That was before what we witnessed here today. Real life demons. The tentacled creature, whatever that was. And who knows what the hell else? "
"I don't remember much from my mother's teaching on the subject, but I do remember that, if the universe is aligned with the purpose, and you have the strength of will, you are able to perform an exorcism."
He looks at the ragtag group is currently travelling with, his eyes pleading. "Look, by the time Norman comes back, we can have it finished and maybe keep the demon from returning here to finish what they started."
"I might need Kalima's help in this matter, though."