An Ran watched the Archmage, who seemed to have a taste for art, and began wondering what gift would suit Master Bolanio once the deal was done.
Whatever its price, it needed some taste.
He knew it! A continent that large couldn't be full of uncultured louts. Otherwise, how could the Great Shamans have befriended the Archmages over there?
An Ran considered it with delight. Judging by Archmage Bolanio, the lord of Aglaia City must have some artistic taste too. That would make many things easier!
The great Dragonborn families wanted to make money, but in this empire, most artists were also high-ranking professionals. They couldn't be slighted; the families had to keep them happy.
Hill had said that because he thought the Undead would probably target the pirates of the Sword Coast or Moonshadow Sea next. After dying and returning to Aglaia City this time, they certainly couldn't head east again.
With a spatial explosion that powerful, the route through High Forest would be impassable for at least half a year.
If the Undead still wanted to trouble Zhentil Keep, they would have to go around from the south. Even if they had the time and inclination, the princes of Ghost City wouldn't keep waiting for them.
At first, those Netherese ghosts might have waited for the Undead, who could lend a hand, to avoid casualties. But since that band of Elves couldn't come, they wouldn't delay any longer.
They absolutely could not tolerate humans who worked with the Phaerimm living right before their eyes!
The thought that their Floating City had hovered over a group of Phaerimm for nearly a year since returning from the Shadowfell was enough to make the Netherese Princes' skulls explode.
Even if they had to return to the Shadowfell and sleep for centuries