Dwarves and Gnomes from Faerunriel

Lynn knew he had no solution either.

When it came to matters involving Gods, especially Greater Divine Powers, no one could do anything but watch helplessly.

The only thing worth being grateful for was that, with Hill's strength, many lives here could be saved.

He turned his thoughts back to reality. Just as Hill had said, there was still time. The better he helped Hill build Aglaia City, the more hope there would be of drawing over those cousins of his who still harbored ambitions.

The elders were easier to deal with. No matter where they went, they had ways to keep themselves alive.

Lynn had one particular concern about University City's future. Frowning, he asked, "Hill, I didn't see a magic academy. We can't build a comprehensive university city and leave Mages out of it, can we?"

"It only looks like there isn't one. After all, most Mages can't openly serve as teachers. The two kinds who can ignore Mystra's displeasure are either too expensive for us to hire, or enemies of the Elves." Hill tapped the paper bag. "There will be courses on Elven magic and runes, and Gnomes and Dwarves will have their own specialized magic pattern classes.

"Especially the Dwarves. They're even offering classes on making weapons and armor, refining alloys and fluxes, things like that.

"Human Mages have never necessarily been Mystra's followers.

"They place more faith in the Knowledge God and the Mage God, though it is only faith."

Lynn was a little curious. "What exactly does Corellon have on the Dwarves?"

"It isn't exactly leverage." Hill sighed. "In the world before the one I came to Toril from—perhaps you've heard of it—it was called Faerunriel."

Lynn's eyes widened. "You escaped from that collapsed Star Gate?

"You're so close to Tyr's Holy Knights. Did