Lathander glanced sidelong at his friend with his beady eyes, hesitating for a while before saying, "As long as you're happy.
But I'm the only one who'll even grudgingly play along with that.
Even your World Tree wouldn't agree."
Hill shot him an irritated look. "There are some things you don't have to say.
Joss really is a fine believer of yours!
Like patron, like follower."
"Like bear, like cub?" Lathander's response came faster than ever before.
Hill snapped his sleeve with a crack, turned back to his seat, and took a huge gulp from his glass of juice.
Hmph! Just you wait!
If I say another word to Lathander today, I'll actually roar like a bear!
Lathander was a little bewildered... It wasn't exactly a secret that Hill was a bear. Didn't the Undead shout about it every day?
Why was Hill so angry?
Then he quietly turned around and gazed at Shar with a hazy, confused look.
The Daughter of Dark Night couldn't help tilting her head. It took her several minutes to confirm that the Great Peacock really was asking her for help.
Sometimes, a being like Lathander really could catch people off guard.
He was far too candid... Lathander clearly hadn't stopped being wary of Shar, and he had always kept his guard up around her.
Yet this fellow could be remarkably open whenever he needed something—no, rather, whenever he felt Shar wouldn't harbor any ill intent over the matter.
Had it been Shar... She really couldn't have managed to give such a pitiful look to a former enemy who, even now, could hardly be called an acquaintance.
But would Shar ignore this plea for help?
Of course not.
Having Lathander swallow his pride and earnestly ask her for an answer actually felt wonderful.
A plea