Hill, who had already returned to his seat, could not help glancing back... Great Peacock really was proud of herself!
He silently turned forward again and raised his estimate of Lathander's dangerousness another notch.
How terrifying... Of the few ancient gods left in Toril, only one of his Chosen has survived to this day. Even the fallen Mystryl still has Elminster!
Shar could not help sitting up slightly on her black-veiled lounge chair, disbelief on her face. "Lathander, are you actually proud?
"Even I... have more than one Chosen still alive."
"How is that the same?" the Lord of Dawn said in astonishment. "Your Chosen died because they rebelled and you killed them yourself!
"My Chosen made heroic sacrifices for our shared cause!
"Have you even counted how many former Chosen you have in your Divine Kingdom?
"Tsk, and that follower of yours dared to ask whose Divine Kingdom had more followers?
"You wish you had that many!"
Shar glanced at him without a trace of anger, then slowly reclined again. "I shouldn't have bothered talking to you."
Shar had never demanded anything from her followers but obedience. Loyalty did not enter into it... They could resent her all they liked, as long as they did their work.
Anyone who wanted to talk to the Evil Alignment about the link between faith and loyalty... well, they might consider mind-control spells. The Zhentarim's trick of using Eye Tyrants to plant false information directly was quite effective.
Lathander was such a fool. He did not even know how to hurt her... Saying outright that Nasr would probably go to Hell when he died and never enter the Shadowfell would have stung more than all that nonsense.
Selûne understood... but between the Lord of Dawn and her own sister, was there any question