The Elves gave a few disdainful snorts at the humans who had risen to their feet with delighted expressions before turning to board the ship.
For those who valued freedom more, money and pleasure would never come first.
But for Toril commoners who might not even live to see their thirtieth birthday, the Astral Plane, where one could remain forever young and immortal, was indeed far more appealing.
Those merchants wanted nothing more than their youth and beauty, and as long as they remained in the Astral Plane, they could preserve that meal ticket of youth forever.
Female commoners of Toril—and even many men—had never considered selling their bodies shameful. After all, simply staying alive was already so difficult.
The dreadful state of the world on Toril was precisely why the worship of Evil Gods could never be eradicated. Believing in an Evil God might indeed lead to a miserable death, but one might also live longer than powerless commoners.
As for being judged by the gods after death, living was already hard enough. Who cared what happened after they died?
Elves were born capable and long-lived. Even the lowest-ranking Elves lived without worry. The nobles' struggles for power had little impact on ordinary Elves, and they felt no particular pressure from them.
What Elven nobles fought over were high-level resources that ordinary Elves could never even come into contact with.
Human nobles, on the other hand, wanted the things the lower classes needed to survive. That was the fundamental reason the two races could never truly understand one another.
The things these Elves enjoyed from birth were things human commoners could never obtain even after exhausting every effort.
So Hill would never look down on these young men and women for choosing such a path. For people who knew