Xue Yunfeng curled his lip. Only Leonard would believe that.
Among the Mages of Toril who had risen beyond Legendary, how many dared to speak so sarcastically in front of the Goddess of Magic's librarian?
The old fellows connected to those people who had done shameful things in Candlekeep were probably gathered together now, discussing how to make that Ghost Dragon give up her grudge against them!
After all, that Silver Dragon had, in a sense, become a divine envoy. Though she still retained some obsessions, she definitely would not suffer those periodic bouts of madness she had during her Candlekeep days.
And dragons, even reduced to bone fragments, would never forget their pursuit of gold, silver, and jewels. Once she regained normal thinking... as long as they paid enough, they could always reason with her.
Even if Edna's attitude toward the matter was to let Miirym go mad as she pleased, it was still the same old saying: if the price was high enough, even getting Bahamut to personally plead their case would not be a problem.
Something as simple as helping Miirym refrain from going mad temporarily and giving them a chance to speak was definitely something Bahamut would be willing to do.
This was not merely Xue Yunfeng's own fantasy. It was the conclusion he had reached after discussing the matter with Nasr while helping with infrastructure construction on the Chult Peninsula.
The old hands of Toril were shrewd. They had no intention of letting that Ghost Dragon who had always followed the Goddess of Magic continue harboring resentment toward them.
Though everyone could cast outside the Weave... though Edna clearly had no intention of interfering with the enforcement of the Magic Weave's rules, now that every corner of Toril was controlled by it, who did not