With the undead taken care of, we still had one mystery and one big danger in Thundertree. I should have known they were connected.
We headed towards the building Reidoff had indicated as the headquarters of the cultists in the village. Only Rupert and I approached the house and knocked on the door. They seemed quite surprised to have quests but still welcomed us in and explained their great mission. Which was to die. They intended to befriend the local Green Dragon. I felt that it was probably their time to go and their leader must have sensed as much. Quite offended, she told us to leave. I guess I can understand her feelings.
Telling the other ones about what we had learned about the cultists didn't go as planned. Ellywick immediately saw this as a chance to study the dragon and there was no talking her out of seeing the cultists herself. Which she did.
She did come out unharmed and contemplating joining the Cult of the Dragon as they set out to... talk to the dragon the next morning. I found the prospect of the gnome reaching the end of her life sadder than I thought I would. Maybe more than I should.
Maybe I could find penance and see if I was meant to keep her from death at the same time. So I gave my word that I would die by her side if it came to that. And it almost did. The cultists discovered Ellywick and Rupert in their hiding spots near the tower with the dragon. And the two of them ended up following the cult inside. I followed as close as I could and when the dragon, predictably, killed off nearly the entire cult, I was able to rush in to help.
The dragon managed to claw Ellywick to the point where I could feel her soul be ready to move on. I'm grateful the Queen let me use her powers to revive my friend. And with that, we just barely managed to run away from the dragon and hide far away from it. I think even Ellywick has the sense not to take on dragons again anytime soon.
Spurred on by a desire to get away, we left Thundertree and headed for Cragmore Castle. We followed the treeline just as we did on our way north. And we must have kept very close to our old route for, in the middle of the night, we were visited on by the same dryad as had made such an impression on Rupert last time. But this time she honestly seemed upset.
The hag that got a kiss from Rupert had sent spiders to threaten the dryad's tree. We managed to take care of her problem for her. So between the cultists meeting their intended end and the dryad being protected, at least some things were set right. My concerns remain at the back of my head, however. Am I doing the right thing in protecting my fellow travellers when they walk into almost certain death? Is helping them subconsciously a way of using them to get help rather than a genuine effort to find actual friendship?