Judging by the speech by Cassandra de Rolo, we're seen as heroes of some sort. I'm just happy the population of the city is allowed to live and die as they should be.
Back home, a massive celebration in honour of the Raven Queen would seem absurd, but here she's revered in a way I wouldn't have thought possible. Everyone seems to understand that being a goddess of death also makes her, in a way, one of life. Those killed gave those alive a chance to honour them through living. Souls can finally move on to the rewards the afterlife here provides. It all reminds me to seek out the temple and move on from a perspective of my Queen I no longer need a reminder of.
A talk with Vex'halia has made our plans more clear. We'll take a flying ship to a place called Westruun to visit the Cobalt Reserve, whatever that means. But apparently, they might know how to help us get back home, which might also help us understand this world. If we don't find the answers there, we'll continue our search in the great city of Emon. Vex'halia's daughter seems to be a powerful mage living there, and she might be able to help. No matter how impressed I am by this version of the Raven Queen, I miss mine. Maybe I can share what I've learned with my church and spark some ideas.
The evening ended with another performance of the ballad I wrote the night before as well as some dancing. Lavia should have been here - I'm sure she would have loved the entertainment. At least I'll keep playing her lyre, and hopefully, she'll feel like she's part of it.