Hill was happy. Hill was delighted.
He looked at the vast quantity of potions the Undead had sent up, his expression grave... Which would upset Shar and Lathander more: abandoning his guests to head to the alchemy laboratory, or studying something so terrifying right in front of them?
"Hill, William told me you have several demiplanes." Quickly noticing the little bear cub's shifting expressions, Shar promptly offered a wise response. "Once everything is over, set up an alchemy laboratory in a demiplane with strong enough defenses!
"I remember Elminster did just that back then, to avoid affecting the Prime Material Plane or hurting his students."
She actually wanted to point out that even if an entire demiplane blew up, repairing it was easy... It just cost a bit of money.
But who among those even slightly familiar with the little bear cub would worry about him running out of money?
It was certainly better than letting him conduct such dangerous experiments right now, in the Mage Tower where she herself was still staying.
The Daughter of Dark Night never put herself on the brink of danger.
Especially not by courting death like this.
That "Perfect Baldhead" had caused such terrifying damage with just a few bottles... From what Shar could see, the traces that had reached the surface should have been caused only by the final three bottles mixed together.
Hill had collected several hundred bottles, and he was still collecting more!
Although Shar had long known that her schemes were always accompanied by unexpected incidents, her target this time was an Evil God with even worse luck than her!
She could hardly be allowed to fail because of some inexplicable accident.
Especially for such a ridiculous reason.
Of course, Shar was not afraid that Hill's curiosity might blow up