The treasure-hunting frenzy in Icewind Dale lasted a full seven days.
But aside from letting the wealthy households in those towns clear out all their stock at high prices... the Northlanders who had grown up amid ice and snow had clear heads. Accustomed to relying on force, they did not care about Nether Scrolls that served no purpose beyond inviting death.
After all, few Northlanders could even read, much less understand a Mage's exclusive divine artifact.
Of course, there were greedy people everywhere who let greed overcome reason. The Undead might not easily deal with ordinary people, but the southern trade caravans and the Advanced Magi who had flown in from across Faerûn for days had no such patience.
They would not rob anyone outright, but they had countless ways to make these people open their doors themselves.
If the Undead had not so obviously disliked the ways of bandits, and if the Battle God's family had not been in the nearby mountains, these latecomers would not have behaved so honestly.
But since the Nether Scrolls had clearly not appeared, even if they had arrived late and found fewer good items, they could endure it.
After all, once the Undead bought something and confirmed it was a wonderous item, they would set up stalls outside and sell it at a markup... these Elves seemed to know Appraisal Technique, though their levels were not high, and their judgment of such items' value was rather rough.
Their way of selling things was strange, though, and they allowed absolutely no bargaining.
Still... although the prices were high, there was basically no room for profit. Even reselling the items back home would at most earn enough for travel expenses.
But for most people, especially the trade caravans... since they had come all this way,