Faced with Shar's question, Hill could only answer calmly, "They may look human, but they still act more like elves. Otherwise, Corellon wouldn't identify with them so strongly.
"If ordinary elves can't understand the way people in Toril do things, the Undead can't understand it either.
"Having an intermediary is a good thing. It might keep the Undead from doing anything extreme."
Shar thought it over and agreed. "True. Their attitudes toward certain things are similar, though the Undead have higher standards."
"The Undead are like the elves from ten thousand years ago," Selûne cut in. "The ones on Evermeet don't deserve the comparison."
Ever since they had learned what had happened to the two Moon Elf princesses, Selûne had held Evermeet in contempt. Infighting itself did not bother her much. Humans, elves, or any other people—intelligent beings would always fight over their interests.
But selling members of their own royal family to another race for amusement? And elves called themselves an eternally pure, noble people who would fight to the death for their kin!
Hill lowered his eyes. When he had pursued that Half-Succubus slave trader in the name of the elves, she had been far too composed. He had assumed she meant to threaten him with her elven slaves, so he had struck fast and hard, without giving her a chance to finish speaking.
So selling elven slaves was nothing new to her!
She had probably felt wronged even as she died. Her head had been full of poison that might have shaken Hill's convictions, but he had never let her say it.
Perhaps, to that Half-Succubus, the fact that elven princesses had been sold by their own people said it all. Even if those rebels on Evermeet learned she had enslaved elves, what would they do? Would