Hill pondered for a moment, feeling that Valkin might still have to make amends.
Bane and the Evil Dragon were both elusive entities.
Yet Valkin was still spreading doctrine in Ferun.
In a world that has offended so many deities, even if the gods of the Kind Alignment let her off the hook, the God of Thievery Mask and the God of Conspiracy Cyric, eternal enemies, wouldn't mind giving her a couple of harsh blows.
And the deities of Ferun, even if they themselves hadn't appeared in this world, their minions were already here.
Why would they willingly lend a hand to Valkin?
Let alone the Fury Camp, where no worshippers of the Goddess of Wealth would be found in the northern Ice Plain or the wilderness.
What about the seaside? Her followers probably couldn't get within thirty kilometers of the coast.
Whichever ship they board is guaranteed to sink.
Whichever coastal city they visit is certain to be hit by typhoons daily.
Does she no longer want sea trade?
