The Singing Deer Tavern in Querva Town

Hill knew that what he needed now was a map.

Then he had to find a way to the coast. Since Aglaia's avatar had followed him to Faerûn, she could not come for nothing.

Maybe she could establish her divine name before this avatar dispersed!

Hill was somewhat troubled by the prospect of picking on other Gods, but he felt he could still handle that Nearshore Goddess.

Hill chatted intermittently with the great tree, only to receive some bad news in the end.

This was an extremely cold mountain range. Winter lasted a long time, and even trees as large as this could only remain awake for half the year.

And there were dragons.

Though the tree could not distinguish colors, it could at least confirm that there was more than one.

A frigid northern mountain range with dragon lairs... Hill sighed softly. Could he be in the Netheril Mountains?

He pulled himself together and carefully questioned the great tree, eventually confirming his location.

Although he had landed near the dragon lairs, these Blue Dragons had just fought a battle and lost many subordinates. There were no longer any patrolling Hobgoblins in remote areas like where Hill was.

Hill remembered this Blue Dragon family called the Blood of Morueme.

It was the largest dragon lair near the Silver Moon Alliance, and originally had six Blue Dragons.

He remembered that two young couples had killed their own father and driven away their mother.

They had apparently also fought Loviatar's followers over something.

Of course, the most important reason Hill remembered these dragons was that they had created the Dragonblood Hobgoblins.

Bored people always focused on such peculiar details.

Still, it left his current self with a benefit. At the very least, Hill could confirm his location. Now, he only needed to