Mevis felt that it would not be too late to talk about everything after the dust had settled—or better yet, to say nothing at all. Subconsciously, Mevis still treated Solam like a child and did not want him to be tainted by anything bad. After all, parents always believed their children were as pure as white lotuses, though Solam had never had anything to do with the word "pure"...
Moreover, this archmage whose maternal instincts had run rampant seemed to have forgotten one thing: Solam had already become the strongest demon lord beneath the Five Giants. Did she think he had achieved that by being a pure white lotus?
All one could say was that everyone preferred to believe their own subjective judgments. Even in another hundred thousand years, that would never change.
A woman living in her own world.
But one thing truly had nothing to do with Solam: that damned church. Solam knew nothing about it! Although Solam possessed an amorphous divine artifact and could receive the power of faith, the problem was that he had never received any faith from Faerûn...
Who knew which bastard that cult, flaunting Solam's name, was actually worshipping...
"All right, we're here!" Seeing that Mevis was still absentminded, Jacqueline said nothing more. They traveled in silence until they arrived before Chalanona's mage tower.
In the old days, spellcasters had been deeply unwelcome in Amn. But things had changed, and the former Cowled Wizards had instead become the guardians of Athkatla. Thus, the old rule requiring spellcasters to conceal their identities had vanished. Mages could now walk openly through the streets. Although the people of Athkatla still disliked spellcasters, they could at least tolerate them now—the most they did was go around them.
Therefore, many mage towers in Athkatla no longer needed to