Hill's Spellbook: The First Step

Lynn did not actually need Hill's comfort. He was already considering how much he should spend on weapons specifically meant to deal with dragons. Hill could hear him muttering that the goods from Silver Moon City were excellent, but expensive.

He had not thought of asking Hill whether he had any solutions.

Even though Hill's mage level was extremely high, Lynn seemed to treat him as a minor.

He never took the initiative to ask Hill what he had. Elven Wine did not count, since Hill had brought it out first.

This was standard practice among adult elves. After all, elves or Half-Elves who had just left the forest to gain experience were basically never over three hundred years old. They were still immature.

Even if they were powerful, that only proved that they had good talent or that their family had access to abundant resources. In that case, one definitely could not casually ask a child what he had. What if it was something one desperately wanted but could not afford?

The elves themselves could not guarantee that they would not covet such things, so they simply refrained from asking anything.

Thinking about all the rules and restrictions in his inherited memories, Hill could not help smiling.

He had always believed that these memories could only be thrown into the trash. Some of the things Hill had inherited from the Moon Elves made him completely unable to believe that elves still had any sense of honor.

Unexpectedly, the first Half-Elf he had encountered in the world of Faerûn really did act this way.

So this is the difference between leaders?

No, that was not right. Hill suddenly thought of something. The first queen of Telashir's Elven Forest had been Rose, Lolth's handmaiden. It was perfectly normal for the elves