Hill hesitated for a moment before he grasped Lynn's meaning.
In Toril, with its myriad deities and powers, the chaos was terrifying. With so many incidents in The North over the past two years, he was extremely cautious about getting involved and paid hardly any attention to the troubles elsewhere.
What Lynn must have been referring to was Sambia, near the Meteor Sea in the southeastern corner of the Ferun Great Land, which was simply too far away for Hill to concern himself with.
In fact, it was because he knew that no matter what games the deities played, Toril would still exist for at least another hundred years. As for the civilians who suffered because of the squabbles between these deities, Hill could not even guarantee the safety of those around him.
He had heard about those issues, and that was all he could do - just another helpless sigh.
But Lynn was different from Hill; he paid close attention to anything that could affect the survival of Toril.
