Hill looked at the two primordial goddesses before him and suddenly felt a heartfelt joy... when it came to raising daughters, he was far better at it than Ao.
His little padded jacket might let in a bit of wind, but at least it still offered some warmth!
Those two... only a real father like Ao could have endured them for this long.
Hill decided that whenever he looked at the Temple of Tyr in the future, he had to look at Aglaia's Temple of the Sea God too... after all that bracing stimulation, he still needed something to warm his chilled heart.
Numea's appearance once again tipped the battle in Waterdeep toward the Goddess of Magic's Chosen, but it also made the Red Wizards in Icewind Dale turn hostile.
The four ancient liches who had survived since Netheril's era attacked Khelben almost simultaneously without hesitation.
Then, from the mountain range opposite where the Undead stood, an almost endless barrage of Magic Missiles erupted... Laira had made her move.
Only Laira, capable of splitting her focus so many ways, could wield five or more of those wands that fired fifty shots at a time on the continent of Faerûn.
Then the famed master of the arcane flashed several times and arrived beside Khelben, hurling a prepared Mordenkainen's Disjunction directly at the Red Wizards.
"Laira!" Khelben cried out in delighted surprise.
"Khelben." Laira's face remained calm. "I came... only because I didn't want the father of my children to end in corruption."
The Blackstaff's ever-grief-stricken face slowly calmed. "No matter what, you came.
And even if I die, I will not turn to Evil Alignment.
No matter how many schemes they have, can they possibly find a soul that has been completely shattered?"
Hill could not help staring blankly. Was Khelben