Draiss turned to Cerulean, suddenly looking serene and far older than she had seen any elf manage. "Perhaps, but harsh lessons stick better."<br/><br/>He suddenly smiled a bit mischievously, completely destroying the previous look of unfathomable age, before he continued. "I would have thought you knew that already. Her desire to stick to her beliefs is admirable, but she is losing sight of the end goal. To stop the destruction of the town. After that, she can ask her god or goddess to forgive her for allowing her companions to use darker arts to ensure the completion of that goal, and return to her old ways."<br/><br/>He suddenly looked thoughtful, and looked at the floor. "I am not honestly sure who, between the two of us, is holding the moral high ground. I will cheerfully commit a minor atrocity to prevent a cataclysm, but she would try to save everyone, without dirtying her conscious and soul. I know I will always find a way through, but I think she might have an easier time going to sleep every night."<br/><br/>He suddenly shook his head, and looked back up, his small smile returning. "I am going to use dimension door to get to the entry hall and set up the rope, before directing the undead to deal with the remaining guards. Most of the lizardfolk are gone already, but it might take a while for the stragglers to finish leaving. For your sister's sake, I would advise you go and sympathize while she rants on how horrible I am and don't deserve to be in the group and definitely don't deserve you."<br/><br/>He then jumped out, and did as he said he would, before directing the ogres to destroy the remaining hobgoblins while he sat on a stone near the entrance, letting the others go up if they wanted. He was busy cleaning one of his staves, staring at the wall as he slowly recharged it, directing the ogres with his mind into the guards, easily crushing them.