The trip back from the ruins of Thundertree were slow going at first. With the storms dispersed, the sunlight had raised temperatures, everywhere around you was mud and standing pools of water, humidity was high, and quite frankly the water stank. Three days of traveling to get there, and another three to make it back, and hard to say whether the trip itself was more unpleasant coming or going.

On the final morning of the return trip, things were finally clearing up fairly well. Still, it was mid afternoon by the time the party reached the comfort of Phandalin's inn once more. Gundren was there to welcome the party back, and food and drinks were ordered the second he saw you walk through the door, as was hot water for bathing.

Gundren was focusing on seeing the group looked after, but it was clear that he was eager to hear about what you'd experienced.

Despite being at home in the wilderness, Ariadne was actually looking forward to the climate controlled inn and tavern.  She enjoyed fresh water and wholesome berries and gathered wilderness food, and certainly that helped her stay in touch with The Natural Order, but she had to admit that she had a weakness for dwarven ale and a greasy mutton stew.
She waved to her old friend Gundren, but was hoping one of the more verbose and chatty of her Traveling Companions would tell the dwarf all the magical shenanigans that transpired

Though healed from her ordeal, Akyra still held some weariness when she arrived in town, and thoufh she had garnered some stares when she first arrived (as dragonborn were rare in this part of the world), they had diminished.

But today the stares renewed as word had came of the group who had stopped the freak storm, and those who knew the once black dragonborn, instantly noticed the difference in her. She entered the inn and went to a seat, sitting down next to Gundren as he ordered the ale and stew, she sat her pack on the floor and her shield and staff beside it.

She looked at Gundren and his confused look and chuckled. "As you can see, some things have changed - and it's quite a tale." As she had changed, her mindset had also - she found herself thinking less of a warrior and protector, and more a healer and guide....and though her warrior instincts were still there, she looked at Brillik and Khorth and knew they had enough strength and experience to take that side of the party.

...she had a new role to fill.

She clutched her hands in front of herself and sighed. "The storm was a lot more than we thought, my friend....and a lot more dangerous. Cultist of Talos were attempting to bring an avatar - a small piece of the god of destruction to this world." She looked at the group. "Believe me when i say, had he came, it would have meant destruction of the land as we know it, possibly even the realms themselves."

She shifted in her seat. "Bahamut had guided me in this with some foreknowledge, though only as a guide. The decision of what to do was mine" She looked back to the dwarf. "When the cultists were performing their ritual, they were summoning living lightning to an altar. I had to act, and stepped into the lightning"

She fell silent for a moment, looking at her hands, still unaccustomed to the color. "While in there, i was given a choice by bahamut....he told me that my work was done if i wished it - he said i could join him, one of the greatest honors. But i knew my path was not done, that my friends still needed me. So i chose to stay, and with that choice was a gift - something no priest of bahamut has been given."

She looked up to them all. "My new path is linked to the elemental nature of dragons, in particular, the weather. My path as a warrior is now not mine, and though i still retain the training and instincts of who i once was, what i will be will now will change my role" She opened her hand and sparks of electricity jumped from her fingers for a moment as she closed them again. "Now, i am part of bahamut's storm"

The dragonborn chuckled. "Gundren knows my history better than most, and knows my history. By scales, that of my clan, was always a burden for me - my family was dark and cruel and i escaped them because i was not so. Despite my training and fighting, i still held anger - at them and myself every time i saw my scales. I strived to prove to Bahamut i was not like them."

She looked up and had a tear in her eye. "Changing my scales was not only a link to my new path, but a gift from bahamut - to show that not only did he know what i felt, but that i needed to trust it. Gone is that anger."

She sighed as she took a sip of ale. "Plus....i like the blue." she muttered