Standing in the Floating Castle, Hill watched the black-haired, yellow-skinned humans moving about the Dragonborn merchant ship and smiled faintly.
He seemed to feel a tenuous connection severed completely at that moment.
He had never realized that his trip to the Dragon-Blessed Continent had drawn the Heavenly Court's attention.
Perhaps Hill's way of doing things resembled the Sages who traveled the world helping mortals?
But since Hill had no interest in anything concerning the Dragonborn, that faint tie naturally faded away.
Toril truly was a world of Gods. Even one-sided attention could create a trace of karmic connection.
Fortunately, nothing and no one had ever shaken Hill's resolve to leave this world.
He returned silently to his study and reviewed the relationships he had formed over the years, checking for any ties he had overlooked.
At last, he set down his pen with relief and smiled at the intricate diagram on the page. Transactions really were the best way to deal with people.
Everything he had gained in Toril, he had either grown or made himself, or bought with money.
And his relationships had never benefited him alone. Even his Magic Book had been a return on something he had given first.
No matter how shameless Ao was, he could hardly count that as a free gift.
As for Purvi, he did not belong to Toril. If anything, Toril owed him.
His kind simply had no instinct for revenge. At most, the entire Otherworld Whale population would avoid this world from now on, after it had trapped more than one of their own.
Hill tilted his head in thought, then decided to use the opportunity to make a few more sets of fine jewelry.
The gold would only sit inside the mountain, waiting for Hill to return someday, if he