Though Telly did not quite understand what was the point of selling that fragment of an oil painting to that lecherous old man, since there was money involved—and a huge sum at that—he would definitely handle it properly.
Besides, at a time like this, it was perfectly normal for a dragon to sell some Magic Weave-related oddity that might not be useful again anytime soon in exchange for gold.
As a Gold Dragon who loved shiny things, Telly did not think Mystra's junk was more important than gold coins. He could not use it anyway, so he cheerfully ran off with the fragment.
Hill walked onto the terrace, sat down in a chair, and lowered his head to gaze at the inn.
Hill remembered that alchemy Mage well. After all, the man had appeared during that farce when Waterdeep first welcomed the Undead.
Kapiyan Fulumastir, a Loremaster who had clashed with Khelben's students during the Undead attack and ended up as the unlucky one.
Hill had specifically looked into his background afterward. After all, anyone who could publicly represent Waterdeep could not possibly hold too low a position.
He then discovered that Fulumastir's reputation was indeed quite impressive, though he was mainly popular among high society. He funded his research into Mystra-blessed magic by selling special potions.
Of course, even more famous than him was his former female apprentice, now his wife. Many nobles personally went to buy medicine just to catch a glimpse of that voluptuous goddess of love in the pharmacy.
After Aglaia City defeated the invading Zhentarim, Fulumastir moved into Hill's inn with that wife of his, who better suited Northlander tastes.
And he had shown no intention of leaving, acting as though he planned to settle there permanently.
When those Waterdeep gangsters had wanted to make