The Mysterious Merchant Hill Was Open for Business Again

Hill turned his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "How are things at the Star Gate?"

"I don't know about the others, but the one in Faerûn blew up. A lot of people are stuck in Faerunriel now. Luckily, some of the Undead are still there. They're Chaos Alignment, but they've been surprisingly useful," Thorne answered with a bitter smile.

Hill steadied himself. Tyr's side had already classified the Undead as Chaos Alignment? What had they done while they were in Faerunriel?

Then he remembered: the Divine Artifact's core was in charge of them now. At heart, it was a particularly intelligent system. However adaptable it might be, it would still be a little rigid.

It would follow every rule to the letter. Having plenty of detailed rules was indeed the best way to handle the Undead, except the Undead excelled at finding loopholes.

When William was around, he could spot those loopholes quickly and add new restrictions. Now the system had to check for itself whether a restriction violated its core laws, or submit anything questionable to the God of Space-Time for review. Bans would probably come a little slower.

The Undead would make the most of this period, when William's reach was slower to extend.

The best time in any game was when the damned game designers were away.

"Actually, the Undead should be lawful," Hill couldn't help saying. He didn't want the people of Faerûn treating the Undead like unstable Gnome bombs.

The Holy Knights looked at him as if to say, How can you say that with a straight face?

"They just need someone to keep them in line," Hill stubbornly continued. "They're more like devils in that they enjoy finding loopholes in the rules.

"But they aren't as evil as devils. Sometimes they