On the giant screen showing the cavern, Snow Old Dog sat on a Dark Unicorn's corpse and gave quiet orders. "Nobody attacks for the next ten minutes.
"Just wait!
"You're not the ones in a hurry.
"Watch Dervis's and Luka's attendants. Don't worry about the other two. They've got other targets."
The warrior who had thrown the crystal ball was already dead, but no one knew whether anyone else had been compromised.
This time, though, none of Toril's evil gods seemed to have sided with the Habel Family—not even Bane, who stood behind the Kingdom of Thay and appeared deeply entangled with them.
Rose and Bane had joined forces to produce that Swordsman. Clearly, neither expected the Habel Family to have much of a future.
Otherwise, knowing those two, they would at least have sent some cannon fodder into the fight.
For all the Habel Family's Bone Dragons and Dark Unicorns, however, everyone fighting was one of their own.
"Huh? Where are Mask's assassins? Why haven't they shown up?" Selûne asked, puzzled.
"Who do you think put that Lesser Divine Artifact in the dead man's hands? Even if it was single-use, it was still a divine artifact. Who would hand it to a spy doomed to die any earlier than necessary?
"He wasn't stupid. That artifact alone would have been enough to finance his escape," Shar said bluntly. "What the Habel Family paid was enough for one of Mask's followers to risk delivering a crystal ball. Actually killing someone? Not a chance."
"Huh?" Selûne made an odd sound.
"Do you have any idea how much Hill frightens them?" Shar said coolly. "His gift is a threat that thieves and assassins who work from the shadows have no answer for. And he can wield Sun Power!
"Mask's followers want nothing to