Hill smiled helplessly. Azuth, stubborn as he was, might not want Midnight to be resurrected through one of his direct descendants.
He had truly loved the previous Mystra. He treated Midnight well only because he saw her as a continuation of his beloved's work.
That went double for heirs who carried both their bloodlines. Azuth would certainly keep a close watch on them.
If the Fate Tablet really hoped to reconcile Midnight and Azuth this way, it would probably achieve the opposite.
Over thousands of years, Azuth and the previous Mystra had had countless ways to elevate their descendants to godhood. Yet they seemed to have chosen to let their children live as freer mages, without even making their lineage public.
Sometimes a Legendary Mage really did have an easier life than someone with Weak Divine Power, or even a Demigod.
Anyone who knew Leopold Maxwell's identity could see that Azuth had planted this descendant in Silver Moon City partly to keep abreast of Midnight's every move, especially when she dealt with mages in the Goddess of Magic's church who also worshipped Azuth.
After all, the Archmage who presided over Silver Moon City's Tower of Sages was someone Azuth trusted deeply.
Whenever anything stirred within the Goddess of Magic's church, Alustriel would be the first to react.
Khelben might have been making waves, but Alustriel was the true power in the Northlands.
Even when she stayed out of those messes, she kept herself fully informed. Just look at the Metallic Dragons whom the High Lady had rescued in time during the Year of the Roaming Dragons.
Alustriel had even known about the Bronze Dragon hidden deep in Waterdeep and had been able to offer help at the right moment.
Khelben had probably still been trying to figure out what was