This Place Has a Name: Aglaia!

As the families of Tyr's Holy Knights, they had good reason to feel secure. Their lives weren't luxurious, but they were middle-income households, and the young women dressed well.

As descendants of knights, they had all trained. They were tall and agile.

On Faerûn, women like them were very popular.

A little farther from the young women, several tall, good-looking adventurers in leather armor strolled about with their arms around one another's shoulders. They laughed, joked, and showed off their moves, looking handsome and full of life.

That was a popular sort of handsome on Faerûn, and the young women couldn't help looking over.

These warriors and rangers had reached level ten or higher despite their youth, and their looks and builds were well above average. No wonder they caught the eyes of young women who usually had high standards.

After all, the men they normally met were prospective Holy Knights and their apprentices. Ordinary adventurers wouldn't even earn a sidelong glance.

Hill gave a cold laugh. He summoned Martha and instructed her to pay closer attention to the safety of the young women in the territory in Aglaia's name. She was to give them no chance to spend time alone with adventurers from outside.

The schemers of this world liked to cause trouble by indirect means, especially by using the families of powerful people.

The only people in Hill's territory they could use were the Silver Shield Knights.

Tyr's Holy Knights were a large part of the reason travelers through Hill's territory behaved themselves.

Faerûn's pantheon was far too complicated. Many people knew exactly how to profit from conflicts between Gods.

But a local lord who could persuade Tyr's Holy Knights to stay silent even when faced with pirates plainly from Luskan had made such people restrain their ambitions