Hill gave a helpless chuckle.
Although Selûne's remark came out of nowhere, it was true enough.
Hill even wondered whether the Fate Tablet would still be able to stage its melodramas in the future... after all, the Undead in Calimshan had brought over practically every play they could.
Classic melodramas from every age and every land... their tangled grudges, loves, and rivalries were hundreds of times more complicated than anything the Fate Tablet could calculate... had almost all been performed.
So by now, the powerful figures of Toril... anyone who could leave an eye at the Fairy Queen Grand Theater... had practically all undergone a baptism of blood.
Vera had really made quite a fortune from it.
Though she still had to split the proceeds proportionally with Young Master's Asking Sword, Young Wanderer Under Heaven... the Undead did not perform for free. Even when they performed in a game, performance fees and royalties still had to be paid.
Of course, the fairies' creations were paid for proportionally too.
And as the Fairy Queen, the provider of the venue, and the theater manager for all those performances... Vera was raking it in.
If fairies did not love forests and insist on living in them, she could have brought all of Calimshan under her wing.
Even Shar could not compete in that respect.
Her Chosen might have wealth, influence, and extraordinary strength, but she could not offer ordinary people hope of survival.
Vera could.
Once she confirmed that ordinary people could be hired for certain jobs, and that their wages were much cheaper than the Undead's, she decisively handed those everyday tasks over to the more obedient refugees of Calimshan.
Though they could not live in the forest, and occasionally fell victim to inexplicable pranks... the people of Calimshan suddenly discovered that