Hill held his restless heart in check.
In any other world, he would have been standing on the city wall instead of watching from afar.
But he did not dare.
During this last trip, Hill had felt himself surrounded by a frightening kind of luck.
The whole world seemed to revolve around him. If he wanted wealth, glory, or great power, he had only to reach out and take them.
If he had been a traditional Toril mage, he would already be holding several Greater Divine Artifacts, with a beautiful, adorable fairy princess at his side who obeyed his every word.
Was this how Tyr had felt back then?
Hill stood on the terrace, looking at the Temple of Tyr, where white light flowed.
Suddenly, he understood why Tyr had sacrificed his freedom and future for the justice he believed in.
That feeling of having every wish fulfilled, of holding the whole world in his hands, was terrifying.
Unfortunately, this was nothing like Telashir. The greater the reward, the louder Hill's instincts sounded the alarm.
Hill had long had a feeling that if he truly coveted the Nether Scrolls, he could have followed clue after clue through Icewind Dale and found the Netherese Prince who had fled with them.
He had been tempted. They represented a mage's greatest power and most mysterious, comprehensive knowledge.
But Hill had kept his head and ultimately chosen to turn back.
Perhaps Hill had a mage's way of thinking but not a mage's obsession. Even faced with a Greater Divine Artifact that could drive countless mages mad, he could still see the danger it brought.
Between genuine freedom and illusory power, Hill would always choose freedom.
But what if he had not been strong enough to break through the blockade set by Waukeen and the