Shar looked at Hill.
She had not expected this child, who was always so carefree, to be so perceptive when faced with something that might threaten his home.
The reason William insisted on cooperating with Lathander, even sending the main force of the Undead to this world, was that he had always felt something was wrong.
Even if this world's development had been affected by such an unusually strange Silver Moon, it was still abnormal.
William even suspected that the Silver Moon itself might have been thrown here to draw attention away from something else.
If Lathander and Amaunator had not both confirmed that the sun had indeed lost its True God, William might have suspected that the Sun God had fallen as well.
But although Toril's two light-related fellows were both rather abnormal, they would not misjudge something like that... especially not when they had reached the conclusion together.
Therefore, that Sun God must have died so thoroughly that not even ashes remained.
What William wanted to know now was how that Sun God had died, whether Asmodeus had personally killed him.
And whether any other rumors had emerged during that time.
These were precisely the sorts of traces that Hill, or even the Gods themselves, found difficult to uncover.
This world had many ruins, and its secrets were buried very deeply... the key was that most of them were utterly silent, leaving no trace at all.
Although Hill was very lucky, there were some matters where his involvement would instead have the opposite effect... choices that went too directly to the heart of things would allow the scraps hiding in the corners to conceal themselves.
What William wanted was a clear chain of causes and consequences, a development, a climax—not some inexplicable ending.
Of course, if they searched