Hill showed no curiosity about Lynn's younger brother.
The few things Liss had mentioned were enough to show that the boy was extraordinary: he had become the student of the only level-40 Archmage in the Star Mountains, and was said to have reached level 20 himself.
No matter how gifted Lynn's brother was, Hill could not go asking about another Archmage. Mages had always kept a certain distance from one another and guarded their secrets.
Put plainly, they did not want their peers to know what they had up their sleeves. In a battle between Mages, knowing an opponent's moves in advance made defeat almost unthinkable.
Even after all Hill's time on Toril, most people still thought of him as mysterious. He usually fought with the power of Divine Artifacts. The Wind Law magic and Radiant Orb he used more often were certainly not his trump cards.
Anyone who believed that a Half-Elf Archmage with close ties to the Father of Elves knew no other ninth-level Legendary spells probably had less sense than Andru.
Alessio came out carrying a large wooden tray. Seeing his wife showing Hill Lynn's Oil Paintings, he could only smile helplessly. "Liss, if you keep embarrassing Lynn like this, even if he earns his way into the High Forest on his own merits, I doubt he'll want to come back."
"He's the reason I can't see my own son," Liss said cheerfully. "Why shouldn't he at least give me something to laugh about?"
Her matter-of-fact tone silenced both her husband and Hill. If that was how she saw it, then in the future, Hill might not be the only one she embarrassed Lynn in front of.
Liss turned to the last Oil Painting, and Hill could not help smiling gently.
It seemed to show Lynn when