Watching that beam of moonlight gradually blend into the surrounding mist, Hill smiled in relief. Fortunately, to avoid trouble, he had handed control of the Floating Castle to Falan's butler, the Tower Spirit.
Even Selûne had no way to block the Tower Spirit's sight.
So Hill did not need to say anything. Falan could learn what had happened from the Tower Spirit... that was enough.
On Toril, moonlight and shadows were truly unavoidable presences. Other Gods had their own methods as well, and the people here had long grown accustomed to living alongside Gods... things that one's family and friends did not know might have been seen by some God while looking around.
There were even more people like Lynn, who turned themselves into another pair of eyes for a God... someone would always feel that being watched by one was better than being watched by everyone.
So Hill had never cared how many guests were in his house.
Whenever he truly had something secret to do or say, the Isolation Formation was the most important tool... even Gods could not pass through concealment on the level of laws. This was Ao's restriction on the Gods, and even Ao had to abide by it openly.
Thus, the fastest and most discreet formation Hill could set up now was an Isolation Formation... before coming to Toril, he had actually been better at summoning formations.
Before leaving that continent in Abeir with Falan, Hill had also warned his grandfather about the Toril Gods' habit of observing the world... now, Hill could barely understand the additional multilayered Isolation Formations on the half of the house where Falan lived.
Hill glanced at the Otherworld Whale floating near the castle and calculated the time needed for the Demiplane to take shape... another half month should