No matter how difficult Amn's situation had become, the sky was still the same sky.
Even as dusk fell and stars slowly emerged across the heavens, with the silver moon almost touching the palace of white clouds, the people above the clouds seemed perfectly at ease.
Leonard and the others were not as boisterous as the undead, but they, too, were slowly exploring the enormous castle.
While the undead scrambled all over the castle, Elvia sulked in the rooftop hall, sleeping... Xue Yunfeng had mercilessly rejected her request to join the battle.
The White Dragon Queen was far too recognizable. The undead commander said he did not want Edna's location exposed just yet.
Although Edna had no idea what Snow Old Dog could possibly use her for, she had no objections... What happened here in Amn really had little to do with her.
She stood on the large balcony and looked around, soon spotting the person she was searching for.
Old School Striking King sat at the edge of the Cloud House, solemnly recording the furtive escape routes of the Amnian merchants below.
Edna floated over curiously. "Why are you sitting alone in this corner? They've already left Amn. What's the point of recording all this?"
"You need to understand that we undead sometimes have to follow the rules." Without looking up, Old School Striking King drew lines on her tablet. "Even when we know those people are slave traders who deserve to die, not pursuing a desperate, fleeing enemy is a line we won't cross in Toril... Especially when they've fled into another country's territory. All we can do is watch."
Then the female priest gave two cold chuckles. "But Abeit doesn't have to... Of course, she has plenty of rules to follow, too, but abstaining from highway robbery