Secretly Steering Events His Way

Lathander understood at once. If he was truly interested in Quins World, he could start by asking these foreign Elves.

Adventurers were always willing to trade what they knew about distant places for money.

He gave a delighted squawk. "I don't know why, but I have a feeling that world would suit me."

He flapped his wings and tilted his head at Hill. "Could you sell me these gems?"

Lathander proudly raised his tail feathers. "I can trade you my feathers!"

Hill smiled. "Of course. The Sun Peacock feathers of the Lord of Dawn's avatar are always in demand."

Lathander smugly dropped several tail feathers, then gathered up the gems on the table. "I'll have my followers nearby post the quest, then?"

He strutted onto the terrace and glanced at the sun overhead. "If it really could help me, I'll have to figure out how to get Corellon to let me use his Star Gate.

"I'm actually careful about what I do~ Why does everyone always treat me like trouble?"

Hill could only stay silent and politely see the Lord of Dawn off.

Those who caused disasters never thought they were the source of them. They only complained when things failed to turn out as they had imagined.

Still, as he watched Lathander depart, Hill was a little surprised.

The Lord of Dawn was fairly cautious after all! Hill had expected him to approach the Undead and post the quest himself.

What a shame. The Undead had lost a chance to pluck—no, touch his feathers up close. They probably wouldn't have been able to pull any out anyway.

At least there wouldn't be a giant bird above the clouds watching this place at every moment, not for a while. Hill felt more at ease already.

He didn't believe Lathander would