The Heroes Who Entered the Undersea Temple

Tyr's Holy Knights were uneasy. All they could do was stand by helplessly and wait for the outcome, and that sat badly with them.

They knew Bhaal's lingering soul was still there, yet they had to watch these young people go treasure hunting beneath the sea. Not only would they be offering Bhaal fresh souls to devour, but the Silver Shield Holy Knight Order might well pay a terrible price too.

Commander Thorne rested his left hand on the great shield before him and kept his right on his sword, his spirits low.

What troubled them even more was that they could only watch these young people march toward their deaths, and some of their own members might die alongside them.

But Tyr had told him that if the Justice Knights had not been in this town, none of this trouble would have arisen for an outsider like Hill.

They had come to help their benefactor find his footing in Toril. Instead, they had become the source of his troubles.

Even though Tyr had repeatedly promised to compensate Hill, and even though Hill did not know the reason, Thorne still felt deeply ashamed.

Besides, anyone with half a brain could see what was happening today: that wretched Fate Tablet was up to its tricks again.

The Justice Knights were acting far too unlike themselves. Ordinarily, Tyr's Holy Knights would have knocked these reckless young fools down, tied them up, and sent them home.

Especially the grim-faced warrior among them.

His obvious reluctance made it clear he was only there because he had no choice.

Thorne looked around and told the more seasoned knights to keep a close eye on the novices. They had to stay alert at all times.

This really could get them killed!

Those young people could lose