To Shar, light and justice meant nothing if they had nothing to do with Toril.
Though she regarded darkness as her eternal shield, Toril was her home.
As long as things at home were peaceful and to her liking, who cared how the outside world sang and danced... Even if it was square dancing, as long as they were not doing it downstairs from her home, she would simply close her eyes and rest rather than bother looking.
But anywhere Ao got involved could never have nothing to do with Toril.
That old fellow was really the old fox Lathander had not mentioned. How could he get caught up in something this huge without reaping enough benefits for his own side?
Those three from Greece were merely bonus gifts that happened to come along. They were definitely not something he had planned to acquire from the beginning.
Of course, perhaps they were not things.
In any case, it would ultimately depend on how things developed around the Life Pool... The battle in that meeting hall was such a mess that Shar almost wanted to suggest those Devils and Demons study the Undead's formations.
She had never expected the Undead to be so orderly. At the very least, their troop formations were excellent, and when they attacked, they did not set their own people on fire.
Especially when their targets were that enormous.
Of course, Shar also knew that the Undead generally advised those with poor aim to take up support or healing classes.
Or simply learn area-of-effect spells.
After all, they merely could not aim properly, not that they did not aim at all.
When the enemy was large enough, that inaccuracy could be ignored.
Of course, if both sides became entangled, those poor shots would be ordered by their