The eagerly anticipating Ulrant did not notice at all that the four mages who should have been standing guard at this post—a pair of scroll mages and a pair of scroll scholars—were exchanging glances with each other.
Confirming that they had all received the warning, they chose a dignified retreat, leaving this small space to this nominal leader.
One mage, however, specially summoned a handsome armchair for him before leaving, so Ulrant was quite pleased with their tactful departure.
Miirym, who was chatting with Nanfeng, suddenly froze. She abruptly stood up, stretched out her neck, and listened intently. The sudden unfurling of her thirty-meter-long body made the nearby Nanfeng instinctively step back a few paces.
Although this ghost dragon's body was illusory, a colossal dragon's imposing aura was truly startling!
"What are those Oghma cultists going crazy for?" Miirym asked with some surprise. "Who could scare them enough to want to run away?
Wait, Mystra's cultists are also in an uproar, but they seem a bit divided—not like those Oghma scholars who all want to run...
Hmph... the divination mages all seem very eager to stay. It looks like Ulrant's position among them is still quite solid... Wait, no, none of them plan to go talk to Ulrant at the door; they're discussing amongst themselves what to do.
Sure enough, when it counts, playing both sides is the easiest way to capsize!"
"They're arguing so fiercely!"
"The last time they were attacked by the Calimshans, fewer people wanted to run than this time!"
"What are they arguing about? A bunch of crazy women with... are almost here... They're still saying Ulrant wants to turn Candlekeep into the next... Waterdeep?
Guests arrived yesterday? Have exact information?
What is all this?"
"Ah..." Nanfeng said somewhat awkwardly, "The guests are probably talking about