Hill had actually sensed something.
Rose's understanding of the Undead clearly wasn't something she could have acquired simply by observing them from afar, without ever interacting with them.
Take the Toril Gods: even an old diehard like Tyr got along reasonably well with the Undead, yet those kind, gentle gods struggled to attract their attention... a little thought made it obvious. They were such powerful allies, and their nominal overseer was Corellon, of all people.
Corellon didn't even care whether his own elves changed their faith or went to work for someone else!
Let alone "half-elves" of dubious ancestry brought in from another world.
That was why the Undead in Toril occasionally received tempting offers from outer space... the sort that held absolutely no appeal for the people on the ground.
Yet someone like Tyr, who only ever asked the Undead to risk their lives saving ordinary people and paid them very little, could easily mobilize these people who seemed interested in nothing but money.
Even now, Toril's gods still struggled to find a weakness in the Undead.
But Rose—especially Rose in Oaises—had clearly blended into the Undead with ease. Ruthless and merciless though she was, she had indeed earned their acceptance to a certain extent.
In other words, she wasn't an irredeemable enemy. She could turn into a quest NPC at any moment.
That was no easy feat, especially for Rose, whose first words were usually things like "Bitch, you think you're worthy?" or "Kneel! You're trash fit only to lick the dirt beneath my feet."
Her cruelty wasn't the only thing she was famous for. There was also that foul mouth of hers.
Many drow hadn't been driven away by the brutal slaughter, but by having every last scrap of their dignity stripped away.
That was when Hill