It was a long night, for many reasons.
Let's start with the elephant in the room. Declan is dead. While I'm certain it was his time, I'll miss him. He understood the necessity of death, even if he was a bit too eager to cause it at times. He was a comrade who just had a hard time finding his way.
I had intended to have a conversation with him about what his role actually was, but we were interrupted by the very assassins who were after him. Deciding if we should hand him over to them or take him to Phandalin anyway was a hard one and the group was certainly divided. It took a scroll of augury and me contacting the Raven Queen to show me the way. Indicating I should release him, I did so. Which resulted in him running, only to be hunted down and killed.
One of the assassins was killed in the fight and considering the other one was his older sister, I doubt we've seen the last of her.
After burying Declan, we continue south. But my heart is heavy. Life outside the temple is so less clear and I don't know what to do...