Edna glanced again at Gendilari, dressed in golden scale armor and draped in a rose-red formal robe... To show his concession to Simbul, he had decorated the robe with many lavish golden ribbons.
But as the leader of Lathander's highest temple, he did have white ceremonial robes.
Yet every visitor from Waterdeep who saw him merely smiled and nodded in greeting, showing no surprise whatsoever.
No wonder Khelben had not dared let these people into Blackstaff Tower.
A man as shrewd as him could not possibly fail to sense that resentment... The later Mystra appeared, the more people would hate him.
Just like Mansk, who had been sent to Waterdeep, everyone would assume Mystra would inevitably appear near Khelben.
Edna watched it all with bright eyes and suddenly felt there was nothing wrong with it... She really had appeared in Waterdeep, then had that couple join forces to send her next door to Hill.
And that couple were both her Chosen... One of them was even universally acknowledged as the aide she trusted and favored most, someone she had intended to use as Azuth's replacement.
What a dark joke.
Edna looked indifferently at the crowd she was standing among... Because of her earlier insolence, the young girl's group had been placed among the representatives of the major powers.
But everyone else had dealt with one another for years, and with Gendilari—who clearly meant trouble—standing beside her, no one came over to make conversation.
Edna did not care.
She had not truly come here for diplomacy.
The young girl lightly waved her folding fan, a serene smile on her face... Wasn't she just waiting to enjoy the show?
With Khelben being this guarded, the show could only be big enough!
Edna gently touched the hollow jeweled armlet around her left arm...