Graz'zt had already gone numb.
He could now understand all too well why Toril's famous Goddess of Dark Night, who particularly hated being disrespected, had suddenly stopped caring about gossip.
He had only met a handful of Undead, yet he no longer had the slightest doubt about just how unrestrained their free spirits could be.
After enduring the torment of the Undead, who would still care about the bullshit people on Toril spouted?
Actually, Graz'zt was also quite surprised by Tiamat's and Bahamut's attitudes toward Aglaia and the Undead.
Those dragons, good or evil, were the classic sort of obnoxious creatures who never deigned to look beneath them.
Even White Dragons, whose intelligence scraped rock bottom, grew just as arrogant once they reached the Ancient Dragon stage.
Both the Bottomless Abyss and the Nine Hells found them quite irritating.
And yet, in Aglaia, they behaved like normal people rather than dragons.
Without actually interacting with the Undead, no amount of thought or careful consideration could explain those peculiar attitudes, from gods to dragons.
Graz'zt himself was a perfect example: he could now listen to the Undead chatting without so much as a ripple of emotion.
Although he still kept one ear on how Nanfeng, who would rather admit his own wife was a tyrannosaurus, smoothly steered their earlier conversation elsewhere, he focused most of his mental energy on Demogorgon below.
Iggwilv's behavior kept giving him a sense of déjà vu... As Graz'zt watched, he kept drawing comparisons, and growing more irritated.
Heh.
This woman must have received some "genuine" false information from Mishukant. That explained why she was being so humble.
But when she had faced him as her prisoner back then, her attitude had been... heh. She had certainly put on the airs of a witch queen.
Of course