Hill slapped his forehead and reminded himself not to overthink it. Watching from the sidelines was what he ought to do.
Curiosity was his greatest enemy... Whatever Corellon wanted, it had nothing to do with him. The Father of Elves had said nothing, so Hill had no reason to walk into a trap.
After giving the gold coins to Martha to store in the Floating Castle's warehouse, Hill returned to the garden to watch the show.
When Perfect Baldhead rode up on his tiger, surrounded by a crowd, Hill thought Xue Yunfeng's eyes lit up... They had completely lost their bearings and could not even find the mine.
The mine occupied by the darkmantles was an abandoned copper mine... Dwarves had surely dug it.
In theory, that proved they had at least headed in the right direction. But the Undead stood atop the small mine, staring at the Wilds stretching away on every side, utterly at a loss... They had found a clue, but there were far too many leads to follow.
If they chose wrong again, they might end up heading in the opposite direction from the Dwarves they sought. Nobody wanted that... Yet the Space-Time Divine Artifact on their tablets still played dead.
William had issued them this richly rewarded War Quest, but he had also allowed them to fail it and spare themselves the hard work. The Space-Time Divine Artifact would not give them a map, yet it kept asking whether they wanted to abandon the quest... That had brought out the stubborn streak in most of the Undead. They would rather sit in a ring around the little mine than turn back.
So Snow Old Dog made the rare effort to go out and meet the bald girl riding toward them... Then Perfect Baldhead held out