Perfect Baldhead narrowed his eyes and smiled adorably... while Xiao Liuliu, standing on the other side, had already slipped away. Concealed by the large group, she deftly weaved through the crowd, reached a stone over five meters tall by the lakeshore, and directly took over command.
Moreover, she wisely summoned an Alchemical Carriage with relatively strong defenses, though it looked small and cute.
Baldhead's words sounded like sarcasm toward the old Mage, but he was actually reminding her.
Elminster was definitely not on the continent of Faerûn. The Undead were very certain of that... information confirmed simultaneously by Shar, Selûne, and Lathander could not possibly be false.
Perfect Baldhead had directly exposed the Old Man's hint that he was Elminster in order to make him focus all his attention on himself.
After all, he did not actually know why this Old Man was using such a pointless disguise... Shar and William's ambiguous relationship was surely common knowledge among Faerûn's upper ranks.
Anyone who could not even learn that information... would not have the ability to throw their weight around before the Undead.
Everyone knew Elminster's whereabouts could not possibly be a secret to the Undead... the old man's age was too advanced, and in order to remain lucid, he spent most of his time in the time-frozen Astral Plane.
Otherwise, he would not have created Elminster's Star.
He had little fondness for either the current Goddess of Magic or Azuth, so he was even less likely to burn his life and Mental Sea for such a noble reason as saving a goddess, charging from the Astral Plane into Toril.
Perfect Baldhead somewhat suspected that this Old Man was testing what kind of personality he, the clan leader in charge, had.
If he had not exposed the Old Man as a