Purvi sailed west along Faerûn's southern coast and soon passed Dolphin Bay again.
Then the Sea Elves who spotted them blocked their path.
Liszt had no choice but to alert Hill. Relations between Sea Elves and other Elves were cool, but they were still one people. When trouble arose, of course they would turn to Hill.
There was no hiding his connection to Corellon now. The humans had heard something about it too, so it was only natural for them to suspect he owed his tremendous power to magical artifacts. After all, Corellon was exceptionally skilled at making magic items.
Hill had already reached the second row of books. To him, this was a welcome interruption.
He was a diligent young man, but even he wanted to slack off now and then.
He walked to the opening at Purvi's mouth and leaned out to look.
There were thirty-six green-skinned Deep Sea Elves, clearly organized as a squadron. Even in that, they were just like the Elven troops. Each Elf had a dolphin beside them, while several whales patrolled farther off.
This was the Deep Sea Lord's dolphin unit, an elite force among the Sea Elves. Nearly all of them were warriors above level fifteen.
"Are you Lord Hill of Aglaia?" A tall Sea Elf swam over. "His Majesty Deep Sashelas said we could ask you for help if something happened..."
"That's me. What happened?" Hill nodded helplessly. Deep Sashelas was always competing with Corellon, but he certainly had a thick skin. He had actually told his followers to seek help from his old rival's descendant.
Then again, for all his arrogance, he had never denied that he was still a member of the Elven Pantheon. He just refused to accept his place in it.
"Trishina isn't in Dolphin Bay, and