Ax whistled through his teeth. "Incompetence, huh? Wow, that really does suck." The paladin made a mention of exorcism, and he shrugged. "I don't think there's any priests in Aireporte, and even if there were I wouldn't trust 'em. People on the air planes are likely to be as shifting and inconstant as the winds, man. But I'll tell you what, I'll help you look for one once we get to the material or the earth planes, people there are generally more solid. Personality wise, anyway. I'm not saying that, y'know, people from the water plane are mercurial or anything, big Jo'd kill me for that probably, but, uh..."
He trailed off, unsure now of what his point even had been. "Uh, anyway, um. Yeah, I can tell when holy people are around 'cause it hurts, so I can help you find a cleric or someone like that. But you'll owe me one, if you can live with that." He had a cat-like grin. There was nothing he loved more than being owed favors, especially undefined ones. He could call them in for practically anything. "Anyway, I'll go talk to Riccto for you, he's the closest thing we got to a holy man around here since you went and got yourself cursed, maybe he'll know something. Or can figure something out, anyway. Make a potion to surpress the demon, maybe." He fell onto his back, did a kip-up to stay in practice, and went downstairs to find Riccto and give him the short version of the conversation with Nirur - embellished slightly to make himself look better, of course.