The merchant promptly lowered his hand and went back into the cabin. Any merchant who still worshipped Shaundakul the Windrider after Waukeen's return leaned toward good, even if he belonged to the Neutral Alignment. They had nothing in common.
Merchants chased shiny gold coins first. Who cared about exploration and protection? A caravan of the Good Alignment was a joke. Could you even call what good people did business? They just sold a few things along the way.
M azték had been so enthusiastic because he had spotted the strange-looking Otherworld Whale. Turning a living creature into metal hardly seemed like something a good person would do. Mages like that were usually willing to take on a little dirty work, provided the pay was high enough and the job was easy.
But he had backed the wrong side!
What rotten luck. The Mazték merchant slammed the cabin door. Running into a powerful figure of the Good Alignment was the last thing a merchant involved in shady business wanted.
Luckily, he had cleared out all his slaves before coming here. Otherwise... he might have ended up like that unfortunate Half-Demon slave trader on Dragonrock Star and lost his life.
Once they reached port, it would be different. Dragonborn officials were always firm: no excuse justified starting a fight on their territory. Anyone with a grievance could take it back out to sea.
But if someone died here in the shipping lane before reaching port, the dragons beneath the sea who served the Dragonborn Empire would not interfere, so long as the killer had a valid reason.
Hill glanced back. The people aboard the ship behind him had vanished from sight as well.
It seemed that bringing up Shaundakul had made these great sea merchants, who liked to moonlight as pirates, unwilling