"Shar's regard..." Lynn hesitated again and again, but considering this was not the place for such talk, he swallowed the words on his tongue.
Hill gave him a gentle smile.
Of course, he understood what Lynn had wanted to say: although Lathander's Chosen had been reduced to a single lonely survivor during the Dawn Cataclysm, after his followers gradually increased, the number of Chosen under him quickly grew again in order to lead them.
There were at least more than ten with known names, not to mention several more traveling all over the world to spread the glory of the Lord of Dawn.
Selûne also had no fewer than ten Chosen archbishops.
Only Shar... treated her Chosen as consumables.
Perhaps evil followers possessed endlessly boundless desires, and Shar herself was overly sensitive. More of them had probably died by her own hand than had been killed by outsiders.
The only one who had lived long enough was Iltmarra, whose ambition and desire happened to be focused on rather unusual things.
And Abeit, who had decisively struck out on her own because she believed Iltmarra had no intention of destroying the world.
Hydra was merely an obedient snake Shar had created during the Time of Troubles after devouring several weak and demigod powers.
With only those three Chosen, every task fell to them.
Take Iltmarra. She was clearly a homebody who only liked hiding in an underground palace with her pretty little guard and enjoying life, yet she always had to travel back and forth across immense distances.
She had barely returned home from Halruaa and caught her breath before she had to head to Icewind Dale.
Abeit, who was a little more active in Amn, had practically traveled across all Faerûn.
Shar's followers absolutely dared not complain about excessive overtime...