RPG 2 – The demons are coming!!!

He was about to answer, but a terrible spasm seized him. Some passers-by began to glance at you sideways.
- I... I... Cup... - the dancer shrieked in pain, as if something were devouring him from within. His skin blackened more and more, the tattoos began to change color to a poisonous green, and a pungent smell of carrion hit your nose... Necromancy?! The warrior's body became covered in ulcers and, decomposing in a few moments, the dancer with death crumbled into grave dust. The people watched as the elf you held bound died under the influence of black magic.
- Necromancer! Help!
- Call the guard! - shouted the women. Some of the men stepped toward you, slowly rolling up their sleeves...

Ah, may Urgash's arch-devils take my soul! This is exactly what I feared most! - this was the second thought that hit my head with the speed of an assassin's arrow; the first, flying through with the speed of an elf hunter's arrow, was - "I'm unlucky."
Switching the staff to my left hand and drawing the sword with my right (I tucked the dagger back into my sleeve), I slowly backed away, preparing an acceleration spell - as I felt, it might come in handy... The main thing, I told myself, was no provoking movements... They don't seem to be in a hurry - so there's no need to rush them. I'll try to persuade them instead.
I was able to make several conclusions immediately - first, the forces that possessed the elf either left him and killed him almost instantly, or saw through his eyes and killed him to prevent him from revealing their secrets; whatever the case, I would have preferred the first option. Second, someone clearly woke the people and attracted their attention - I hadn't looked around and chosen a quiet, deserted spot for nothing; in principle, this could testify that the one who cast the spell on the elf: a) saw everything through his eyes and b) was nearby, so they managed to drive the people here. Although, in principle, it could have been his agent, with whom he also had a mental link. Or it could have been... but enough guessing, I have more important matters, namely, angry peasants.
So, I could surrender - with a high probability that I would be killed - I could run - best of all to the priest, who seemingly trusts me, could hide me and would most likely understand that I am telling the truth: servants of Elrath feel truth and goodness more acutely than others. And finally, I could try to convince the peasants not to harm me and - if I'm very lucky - learn something from them.
I decided to try to persuade them, and if that didn't help - call down lightning and try to bolt; it was riskier than fleeing immediately, but I decided to take the chance.
Quickly casting acceleration on myself and beginning to prepare lightning, I addressed the peasants, raising my hands to the sky for greater effect:
- Listen, brothers! Strange things are happening in this city!
- That's for sure, - one of them chuckled gloomily, a burly fellow with a club in his hands, - it's not every day that necromancers (he spat on the ground after that word) wander around here...
The growing crowd guffawed in approval, but I didn't react.
- I see you have judged me quickly. But is this what Elrath, the patron of humans, wants? Does he not want justice? And is there no striving for justice within yourselves? Before deciding whether I am a necromancer, find out at least something about the situation and listen to at least my opinion!
I think if they had crossbows or bows instead of clubs, they wouldn't have listened; but now, standing with short, poor weapons against a half-human with a longsword, they preferred to listen to me first. Not that they thought they could defeat me, no; it's just that nobody wanted to receive those two or three sword strikes I would manage to deliver, and the spell that I, as a presumed necromancer, had surely already prepared. Using all my powers of persuasion, I continued:
- So, the matter was this... - unable to think of anything better, I simply told them my story briefly. Finally, I said:
- If you don't believe me - here are my wounds (and I showed them my wounded arm and the bloodstain on my side). If I am such a powerful necromancer that I can kill just as easily as you think I just killed this elf, then I hardly would have allowed myself to be beaten like this. And wounding myself would be very strange.
I fell silent. I couldn't see the effect produced on the crowd. They were silent and thinking about something... And then another idea occurred to me, and I clung to it like a straw:
- Or you can call the priest here. I can't leave anyway now (and this was true, as too many people had gathered), so you don't have to worry...
Having said this, I froze in anticipation, praying to Elrath and clutching the sleeve with the "lucky dagger"...