The deeper into the temple we travel, the more contradictions of faith and those who follow it present themselves. A tiefling paladin finds his resting place here, and it is his symbol that has stymied us throughout the dark city and the temple that we have seen. That in itself is a contradiction, especially with the demons and undead that riddle every step of this somewhat forgotten place. Maybe that has something to do with waning magic, but it is hard to tell as nothing has been simple since we entered this dark world.
The paladin had rid the world of many greats, great evils and great beings, but I have yet to understand by what rules and through which god this entity served. A giant crystal that screamed with the voices of thousands of undead souls, the stench of demons and their spawn burning in my nose, a protecting spirit that seemed to be missing from its temple. While the paladin may have been great, his protection seemed to have long since left the temple, so I find little remorse in my actions, although the red mage questions my ideals.
We are not here in the Underdark to pick up a mantle of protector or even one of any recognition. We were tasked with a job to complete, but we have strayed outside of that in an effort to find some semblance of safety here in the tunnels. While that is something we must undertake, I refuse to toss aside my morals and my oath, even if the paladins of the Underdark do not believe in the same things. Ygg's influence continues far beyond the surface and I will serve my oath no matter what the others say.
Faith is a strange thing in the Underdark, while it is not lacking in any way, it is extremely different. Having survived the temple, I understand why Miz said to send Syndra to Monitrex. While her faith is in Ygg, the same as mine, she is not oath-bound in the same way that I am. She can look upon the culture of the Drow with open eyes instead of ones shaded by the cultures of the surface.