Selûne Handed Out Silver Fire on a Whim

But all that would have to wait until tomorrow.

Hill looked up and watched for a while longer.

Selûne really seemed to like Aglaia. In front of her, the goddess was perfectly proper, like a dignified, gentle noblewoman.

Lathander's peacock head kept glancing at her between bites, utterly unable to understand Silver Moon's sudden composure.

Pride welled up in Hill. His Aglaia deserved to be cherished by everyone.

He also breathed a sigh of relief. If Selûne hadn't been trying to act respectable, she would never have assumed that what Lathander had failed to do was beyond her.

At the very least, she would have tried an emotion-amplifying illusion to see whether she could persuade Hill to give her the Oil Painting.

Hill wanted this peace to last until the end. The last thing he wanted now was to cause a stir that might tempt Selûne to break her agreement with Ao.

Hill said, "We'll need to put some live cattle and sheep in there too. Base the numbers on how much they eat, and don't put them everywhere. They should have to search for food.

"Buy more livestock from the merchants in Waterdeep and Neverwinter. If anyone comes from Baldur's Gate, buy from them too!

"Take whatever they bring. The price doesn't matter. If someone delivers livestock, we'll buy it."

Hill couldn't help giving a cold laugh. Ideally, by the time they took those gold coins home, meat prices would have multiplied several times over.

"If we stockpile too much..." Liszt hesitated. "Should I send the surplus to the Dragonkin farm?"

"Telly and his companion can eat more than six cattle in a day," Hill said with a smile. "They normally eat less because they don't move around much. In a maze with treasure to find, they'll worry about