"Ulrant is a Divination Mage, right?" Nasr asked in some confusion. "There's no way he couldn't sense such little tricks!"
"He doesn't care whether anyone else is listening." Miirym's tone was full of disdain. "As long as you echo him when he needs it, that's enough.
But if no one even echoes him, the unlucky fool invited as a guest will probably be shown straight out of Candlekeep.
Of course, he never does that to people much stronger than himself... like the kind who could kill him before Candlekeep's defensive wards even react.
If it were an ordinary Transcendent Mage, they would probably have to go home carrying the humiliation of being insulted by a Ninth-Circle Mage... after all, he is Candlekeep's person in charge.
That Mystra back then probably only intended for him to fill the post temporarily for a few years... there was no way she couldn't see what kind of person this flattering, fence-sitting fellow was... but someone like that could never win people over. Once she found a suitable candidate, she could replace him at any time.
Unfortunately, she probably never imagined that after calculating so many things, she would die in such a stupid way.
After all, she handled this matter during her time as a Saint, so there were probably no records in Joseph's Garden... the current Mystra had never bothered with this place, while Oghma had lost interest in it too. He barely even answered the prayers of the Great Sage in the monastery... so Ulrant remained in charge until today.
Tsk, tsk. In the past, so many Mages came to Candlekeep every day on pilgrimage. Now... they merely stop by for a look, then leave once their curiosity is satisfied.
If there hadn't been an Aglaia lord nearby, allowing Candlekeep to earn