Everyone keeps saying that Indira’s the moral compass of the group. So I feel kinda bad about cajoling everyone into destroying the Jasidian temple. I mean, I’m glad we did it, but I feel kinda bad about it.

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As the battle of the bones ended, I walked up to the prone body of the cleric. Sadi had done a great job of putting arrows in him. I could tell he was bleeding out so I knelt and stabilized him. By the scar on his face, a patch of melted skin, I knew this was the man that Fario & Felian had pursued into the jungle. He wore the symbol of Nerull on his chest. I felt a moment of dizziness: for just a second he looked like my sister Persia.

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