The most optimistic possibility was nothing more than Mystra taking a fancy to the enormous future cash flow generated by the bank and the structures branching out from it, and wanting in on the free ride.
No, she wanted to ride it until no one else had any ride left—commonly known as screwing everyone else out of the game.
Don't think gods cast money aside like worn-out shoes. They were gods, not saints.
Just look at why Sune and Waukeen had so many bootlickers—their churches were rich!
And when a church had money, it had sufficient funds to hold grander, more luxurious, more high-end worship ceremonies, drawing in more people—especially the wealthy and powerful—to donate still more money, build more churches in more places, and greatly expand their influence across the Prime Material Plane, dyeing the whole world in their colors.
Mystra's influence in the Prime Material Plane was already immense, of course, but this was like money to people, women to scumbags, or simps to bitchy girls—who would ever complain about having too much?
Or perhaps Mystra had recognized the industry's deeper potential and wanted to give Waukeen, a lesser goddess, some unspeakable workplace PUA?
The thought of the Goddess of Magic, her entire body overflowing with holy-light swagger, pinning the timid tsundere Goddess of Wealth inside a bathroom stall—
Hiss.
Li Wei immediately felt a headache. Both heads hurt.
By all rights, he should have decisively refused on the spot.
So after pondering for precisely 0.3 seconds, Li Wei sold Waukeen out. He told Mystra's Chosen that, in principle, he believed the Goddess of Wealth was the more suitable choice, but if the Goddess of Magic were willing to vouch for them, it would undoubtedly greatly boost the credibility of the Northlands Joint Development Bank—and the Northlands people's