Just as Solam was about to start acting like a rogue, in an unknown space, the old man who had just been chatting idly with Solam appeared within a magnificent hall, pushing a small cart. The hall appeared to be a palace. Many glowing humanoid beings worked within it, their task simple: to sort through books recording the knowledge and information of the entire world, then place them upon the bookshelves surrounding the great hall.
At every moment, ideas and inspirations were born somewhere in this world, and all of them were reflected within this peculiar space. These people existed to record and preserve those ideas and inspirations.
At the same time, the faint sound of prayers continually drifted through the air.
"Knowledge is everything. Though knowledge has no weight, one who uses it well can move an entire mountain range. Knowledge is the greatest gift humanity has received; its value surpasses all things created by mortals."
This was the House of Knowledge, the domain of Oghma—the Lord of Learning, Binder of All Knowledge, and Nameless One.
That old man was naturally Oghma himself. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary mortal elder, quietly pushing his cart through the hall. Every humanoid being he passed lowered their heads, offering their respect to this great existence who had been present since the birth of the continent.
Oghma was a very amiable deity. With his pleasing manner, handsome appearance, clever speech, and unparalleled charm, even enemies most fiercely opposed to him could be swayed. Oghma was also the finest bard in all Faerûn. Every god—even the most evil and ruthless—appreciated the lively tunes Oghma sang and his masterful skill with the yarting, a type of guitar.
But one should not be deceived by this outward appearance. Oghma still held sway over