After all, anyone could see that in terms of strength, even combined they did not measure up to the Undead.
Aside from the two bodyguards protecting them at close range, the rest of their retainers were not as useful as imagined.
Luka at least still had a high-level, loyal guard and a personal attendant left by his side, so he could only make do with that arrangement.
Now they could only have the guards sent by their families rendezvous with them midway.
Though dangerous, neither Dervis nor Luka had any intention of giving up this journey... Wealth and honor are sought in danger, and that did not apply only to the poor.
The pursuit of great power naturally required danger as a necessary path... By finding a path that inevitably led to a result, they were already far better off than others who were still groping in the dark.
Having inherited Azuth's spellcasting tradition, they would never give up the bright future before them and foolishly cede this opportunity to the people of Silver Moon City.
The relationship between Mystra's Chosen and Azuth's students had never been good from the very beginning... especially that bunch in Silver Moon City.
It was a jealousy and resentment that had persisted since the era of Black Eye: for the sake of his beloved lover, Azuth frequently sent benefits over from his own holy ground. Although those belonged to the Mage God himself, Azuth's students had long since regarded them as their own.
According to common sense, Azuth would indeed leave these resources to his students.
However, who told Mystra to be staying in Silver Moon City back then?
A useless student could never be as happy and important as a beloved lover... The reason why Quesenta clearly held Azuth's heritage yet had never