Kyle walked back through the kitchen, and saw the cook staring at the waitress.  "You're dealing with demons now too?" the old woman asked her.  "As if bedding a Selkie wasn't bad enough."

"The demon's mine." Kyle said, "I used it to catch her.  Now, can you come with me?  I'm going to need to question you too."

"Fine." the old woman said, then muttered, "Bloody mages and your spirits.  This is why I got out."  Kyle let it go, knowing that the others would want to question her about her involvement as well.

When he walked into the sitting area the first thing he noticed were the two living cult members staring in horror at something on the floor.  Then he got past the counter and saw the decapitated elf.  "Damn," he said, "It might not be able to come back after that, new body or not.  Too bad, I was hoping to bind it and make it talk."  He then told them what the old woman said.  "So what now?"