The others seem hungry. Really hungry. Myself, I'm a bit too nervous for an appetite. If we fail at our task, the dragon will return to bring death to those we have just brought back to proper life. This is why I suggested to the group we collapse the tunnel behind us as we encounter the dragon. It might be our time to die, and I'm ready if that is the case, but the city should at least get some extra time. The creature will be forced to fight us before it can break out, and we will hopefully at least weaken it enough that others will have an easier time destroying it.
While my belief told me the Raven Queen would judge it time for the dragon to die rather than us attempting to lure it away, the rest of the group didn't share my faith. From my point of view, hundreds, maybe thousands, have been locked between life and death partially by this white dragon. It is responsible for crimes against fate itself, and I'm ready to carry out the sentence. Trying to trick it the way Ellywick and Dworik want to do is extremely risky at best, and at worst it's setting free the worst kind of criminal. But I agreed to ask the Raven Queen, in so far as I can do that.
Her temples in this reality seem... starker. The architecture is more brutal in its elegance, and there are fewer decorations. There is even a small font of what I can only assume is constantly flowing blood. It made me miss the temples I'm used to and the goddess I worshipped there. But at the same time, this is familiar, and it carries the beauty I see in my Queen even more strongly. It's like her - but with more force imbued in every detail. It's confusing. And I have no idea how I'll feel when I hopefully am back to talk with my version of the Queen.
Donating to the temple also allowed me access to incense and herbs to attempt to divine how I could best aid. The answer seemed pretty clear in light of the magic item I had just received. I can cast fireballs on enemies, and the vision showed me the dragon burning. It must die.
The others agreed, even to my dangerous addition of collapsing the tunnel. We enlisted Vax'ildan who in turn talked to Kynan to help us rig the black powder so that the detonation will collapse the cavern but not kill us. And with him borrowing our carpet of flying, he should be safe from any avalanche.
I've been playing on Lavia's lyre when I've had a moment. I should probably play on my own more, but I want her to know that she's not forgotten. And if she can hear my music, maybe she can hear my mood as I play. The frightened stress from breaking the sigils, the relief as the city woke up, and the nervousness of our current prospect. And if you can hear me, now would be a great time to have your aid. But I will leave the lyre with Kynan before he collapses the tunnel if you're still in it. If we die, you might return and help save the city in our stead.
I wonder which ones of us are fated to return.