Nasr quickly grasped what Edna meant. "Looks like the Undead understand dragons' arrogance pretty well too!
The dragons they usually deal with are all fairly amiable... Maybe they figured it out from how those Steel Dragons went mad enough over a divine artifact to attack my goddess?
Tsk, tsk. If the dragons really think that, with Bahamut and Tiamat both present, the only ones they need to watch out for are their own supreme gods, things probably won't end well for them.
There are plenty of people willing to plunder a Primordial Dragon's treasure—and take down its owner along with it.
Even with both dragon gods there, powerful mages like Halaster Blackcloak are still nearby! Talos might seem far away, but... he's the Lord of Storms. How hard could it be for him to reach Snowfall Island?
Once the Dragon Orbs appear, anyone who understands what they mean is bound to set their sights on that place.
Never mind anyone else; Blackcloak will definitely show up... Wonders, spells, and all sorts of information from the Artificer Empire of ten thousand years ago have always fascinated archmages intent on restoring the glory of mages.
If he goes in, loots the place, then retreats to his own Underdark, those two dragons probably wouldn't dare follow him down even if they joined forces again."
Edna tilted her head and glanced at him. "So Shar won't go?"
"Why would Shar do that?" Old School Striking King said with utter confidence. "Shar just likes darkness. It doesn't mean she does every bad thing under the sun."
Every native of Toril, including Shar's followers of the night, couldn't help turning to stare at the priestess.
They all knew how shrewd and capable Old School Striking King was. If she said that, then she must have judged