"Wait!" someone called out to stop Andrea, who was about to set off.
The people on the cloud all looked down, and that Miss Manx, with Jason standing on her left and that Cyric's Chosen on her right, called out to them with an eager look on her face, "Can you stop for a moment?"
"What is it?" Edna asked with a calm expression. "The undead have already reached Icewind Dale. We're in a big hurry; if it's nothing major, you can wait until we get back to talk about it."
"Ah... but I really want to go to Icewind Dale, too! Those are the Nether Scrolls! How attractive they are to a... child like me!" Manx's black eyes were filled with sincerity. "So... can you give us a ride?
I can pay!"
"Huh? What did you say?" Edna could hardly believe her ears... Did this Manx think that scrap of Mystra's soul fragment could make them automatically and completely forget how Talos and Garagos had appeared?
Even if someone were willing to sacrifice themselves for that Path of Fate, wouldn't... wouldn't they have to go find those Mystra's Chosen?
Why look for Azuth's descendant?
Especially, why look for an Azuth's descendant who had been screwed over by Mystra's Chosen?
Did she care what Manx could find?
Hmph~ She was no eight-year-old child; what did that have to do with her?
Edna said neatly and decisively, "You go find Numea! Why are you looking at us?"
Numea, standing before the broken walls and ruins, couldn't help looking up at the Eighth-Circle Mage shifting the trouble onto someone else, then quickly turned her head and stared fixedly at Talos with a solemn expression.
Manx plastered on a smiling face, trying her best to smile brightly and adorably... but Edna only felt