Faehlle looked over at where Gelago and Keldorn stood silently, wondering what was going through their minds. Turning back to face her friends, she speaks her mind.
"It is dangerous to split up the party now that we have made ourselves known. We will only make it easier for Lorengrad's agent to pick us off if we do so. Furthermore, by leaving and not fulfilling this task, we risk not only the lives of those in Taran, but we also risk dealing Osburne's rebellion a fatal blow. If Taran turns into a bloodbath, then public sympathy in Kazadar lands will go against him and potentially kill any hope of toppling Mad Lorengrad."
"I do not care about these people in this town. They do not even seem to want to save themselves. Pathetic," she spoke, cursing.
"But I do care about my people, and so I must help Osbourne any way possible, even though I risk my own life to do it. I cannot let the evil that rules this land to grow and fester unchallenged, because it will infect and destroy my people."
"And who's people will be the next to suffer?" she looks pointedly at each of her assembled companions, but her gaze settles at last on Dolfuur. She knew not only that he wished to return home as swifly as she, but also that he knew that the fate of her people would become the fate of his if nothing was done.
"I believe we should make one final attempt to save the people of this town. If we fail, then we can return to Osbourne and tell him our mission has failed. But we must try again. Some of us cannot afford to risk what little we have left."
As an expression of sadness crosses her face, Faehlle speaks, softly now, while tightening her grip on her mother's sword. "if you will not help me help these people save them from themselves, then I will go on alone. I have given my word to someone dear, and I will not walk away while there is still hope, however faint."