Hill, already seated, couldn't help but turn his head to look... that Great Peacock is truly proud!
He silently turned back, deepening his sense of the danger Lansendel posed.
It's truly frightening... As one of the few remaining Ancient Gods in Toril, only one Chosen has survived to this day... Even the fallen Mystree still has an Elminster!
Shaer couldn't help but sit up slightly from her black veiled couch, a hint of incredulity on her face: "Lansendel, are you really proud?
Even I... have more than one Chosen still alive."
"How is that the same?" the Lord of Dawn said, extraordinarily shocked, "Your Chosen were taken out by you for rebelling!
My Chosen valiantly sacrificed themselves for our common cause!
Don't you check how many past Chosen are in your Divine Kingdom?
Tsk tsk, even your believer dares to ask whose Divine Kingdom has more followers?
Do you really think... you have that many?"
