Rage filled me as I looked at Ferali Stormsworn. I know in my heart that if I killed her here and now that so many problems could be dealt with right here and now. I could avenge Torgans village. I could stop Talos’s plans in their tracks. I know Zith and the new guy feel the same way about the necromancer Ularan Mortis. But there is an undead dragon; Ebondeath, trying to steal the ruin stone. He? She? They are the biggest threat on this battlefield. And we have to fight them or they will destroy this town.
But I am so tired. We have fought not one. Not two. But three different hoards enemies on this battlefield. The undead and the servants of the storm lord. When I went to draw on the pool of power given to me by candor I felt nothing. My ability to regenerate myself and others has run dry. The others aren't looking so good either but what else can we do Surrender? No! I remember Candor's test making me fight an illusionary grownup as a week child. I lost so many times there and I guess I still haven't learned my lesson. I will fight I will make sure that undead asshole of a dragon does not get his hands on the Ruinstone. No matter the cost.