Law Enforcement Authority in Waterdeep

The Mage, who had gradually stiffened under the pointing and murmuring of tens of thousands of Elves below, quickly pulled himself together, as if he had received some instructions.

It seemed Khelben, hiding in the back, could no longer hold himself back.

"Honored members of the elegant race..."

"Who's he talking about?"

"Idiot, that elegant-whatever-race thing is just a nickname for Elves!"

The livestream carried some thoroughly amusing comments.

But the key was that it was not just a few people discussing it. The floating Mage had barely finished his opening words before the enormous clamor below drowned him out. He looked around helplessly.

No one explained it to him.

In the end, perhaps deciding that the Elves were dissatisfied with him floating so high above them, yet not knowing how to speak directly to them all, he simply descended onto the roof of a nearby two-story building.

He fumbled so badly that several Mages watching from the side turned their heads away.

The Undead fell strangely silent together, probably waiting for this clown-like Mage to finish speaking.

Jijiyaya asked Hill curiously, "That Blackstaff Khelben from Waterdeep—the Seraphim told us about his grudge with the Elves before we came.

"Although he looks like an ambitious, arrogant maniac, he definitely isn't stupid.

"Why would he send out someone this embarrassing?"

Hill gave the scroll scholar an approving glance. "Clowns can be useful sometimes. They can turn a situation on the verge of exploding into one that can be negotiated.

"There are too many of you. If a real fight breaks out, Khelben has no chance of winning unless he uses the Mage Tower.

"But the Mage Tower can only serve as a deterrent.

"If he truly dares use it to harm you when you are in the right, Corellon will definitely