"Go ahead? Even if it empowers them? Even if I die, making it that much harder for the rest of you to survive until dawn? In other words, as long as you can throw your hands up and say that it wasn't your fault, then it's fine. How mercenary of you Deimos." Ghourra chides, spitting out the word as if it was a vile insult. "I'm so sorry for you that it wasn't as easy as beating up some scoundrel and taking his money. But when some of us find a chance to do some real good in the world, we embrace it with open arms, even if that greater good costs us our own lives."
Ghourra looks down at the crystal. She summon Dol Arrah's radiance through her gouge.
"I really wish you could see that there isn't any other way. When they break through, it will be like a dam bursting. It won't be a trickle but a deluge. That's why..."
Suddenly an moment of inspiration comes to Ghourra. The radiant halo fades from her weapon as she hesitates.
"That's why dams have floodgates. If they break through, we have no say in size or place of the breach. But if we release the pressure, through a large enough opening... say the main doors of the temple, then they flow in more slowly. Brondin, do you think we could hold the line until dawn?"
The Mul, perhaps the largest member of the group turns to the smallest.
"Tana, I really think we could use your help up front as well."