The disguised Archmage Oma was not unaware that there were people in this world who harmed others without benefiting themselves.
But at the very least, they had to harm someone, right?
What harm could words like that possibly do to an Archmage?
Even if he really had come from Halruaa, it was the same.
How many true Mages genuinely respected the Gods from the bottom of their hearts? They simply could not do without the Magic Weave!
Otherwise, so many Halruaan Mages would not have openly abandoned Mystra to worship Azuth instead.
Was that not an open humiliation to the current Goddess of Magic? When Black Eye held the position, hardly any Halruaan Mages claimed to worship the Mage God.
Elminster's attitude toward Azuth was actually quite typical... most Mages were arrogant and never believed the world of magic was inferior to the Gods.
Who did not know they were merely striking back at Midnight for cutting off the Evil Alignment's access to the Magic Weave?
Even if most of them were not Evil Alignment, could Mages possibly take the Gods' side?
Perfect Baldhead was quite satisfied by the sudden silence of that white-bearded old man opposite him... the benefit he wanted was for the man to shut up!
Of course, it would have been even better if the old man could not resist attacking outright. They were ready for that anyway.
Didn't every world know that villains died from talking too much?
Why did this old man not understand that silence was golden?
If he wanted to fight, then fight! Nothing was more hateful than someone who insisted on awkward small talk, especially when he had to keep them company.
Oma's thoughts had already turned to a serious matter: whether one of those Mystra candidates sent to the Border