Although he had made an enormous impact on Toril, Hill himself truly wanted little from this world, so he merely smiled faintly. "For Umberlee, Ubtao is indeed a good ally."
Although Umberlee had changed a great deal, the marks left by all those years were hard to erase.
Mortals were easy enough. As long as she refrained from whipping up waves at will and plundering merchant ships for long enough, they would sooner or later forget the Ocean Goddess's shameful past.
The gods, however, would find it difficult.
Even Ao had never expected Umberlee to accomplish anything... anyone with any sense could see why Athena had come.
Umberlee might not have been very clever, but she was stubborn: once she trusted someone, she would remain utterly devoted to them unless she witnessed their betrayal with her own eyes.
Back then, Auril had practically slapped her across the face with the north wind, yet Umberlee had only caught on after Talos had completely swindled her out of her authority over ocean storms.
Auril, however, had discovered Talos's plot the very day he added blizzards to his storms.
Of course, by then, she had already proved her allegiance, and it was too late to do anything... she could only retreat into the polar circle and refuse to set foot outside.
But precisely because she had reacted quickly enough, at this point, she was the only member of the former Berserker Alignment who had advanced rather than declined. She even ranked among the best of Toril's gods of intermediate divine power.
Moreover, thanks to Hill, she had no lingering troubles to worry about.
Whenever Hill thought of that feather necklace that had inexplicably ended up in his hands, he wanted to slap Ao twice.
If he had really gotten dragged into that affair,