"...Dancing girls might be worth it." Kaisa mumbles under her breath, watching the boy and the demon. Her hands clench and unclench into fists, all instincts fighting to get her sword out and bash the demon into festive pudding. But she restrains herself, letting Anders and Merrill go up to do their magey thing.

She straightens up, trying to look a little more professional, and says, louder, "High Constable Fulk has the right of it. I'd prefer to keep my weapons, if it's all the same." She glances at Hercules to make sure that this is the right thing to say, and continues. "As for the village or the fortress, we will need to discuss that amongst ourselves, I think. Privately." It's hard to draw her sight away from the demon. It's not right. It's not right, and it needs to die, and it makes Kaisa's skin itch that there's nothing she can do right now.