Wait... Hill jolted in shock... He had clearly been saying that the part of the River Styx it would bring out for the Undead to play in would only be the stretch nearest to the mortal world, the one controlled by the Red Dragon's daughter!
How had the conversation taken such a strange turn?
As for the open and subtle hints about his blood relation to the Elven God-King, Hill had long since stopped caring.
After the Toril version of Hill's Biography, the Telashir version had already reached its third edition... It included quite a bit of discussion about Hill's Elven bloodline, such as why Hill acknowledged only Corellon and never the Elven God-King, while the Elves all assumed otherwise.
The first time Hill read it, he had broken out in a cold sweat and turned hostile whenever anyone mentioned it.
Later, he stopped feeling anything at all.
What else could he do?
He could even understand why Corellon lived so naturally now... Since he couldn't get rid of them, he simply got used to hearing it. Unless they were spreading rumors, there was nothing much to say.
The Gods of Toril had blocked the Undead from calling them out by name earlier than Hill had expected.
Although on Toril, the status of Gods had never been as lofty as it appeared... In a world with things like Malar and Umberlee, anyone with a bit of ability would never consider Gods sacred and inviolable, much less believe Evil Gods could not be offended.
But when Torilians cursed the Gods, they still beat around the bush and looked every which way... Unlike the Undead, who went all out right to their faces.
The Undead discussed the Dark Night Goddess's love stories in front of Shar's Chosen, asked beneath the Dawn Tower