"Are you seriously considering doing what Elminster asked?" Ethemon glanced at Gale, his brow furrowed in utter disbelief.
"Of course. He presented the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is show up at the right place at the right time, then close my eyes and let go of everything," Gale spoke with an air of noble righteousness—which Ethemon would have actually believed if he hadn't noticed the man's darting eyes. "...That way, debts will be paid, mistakes corrected, and the Absolute will cease to exist—"
"Stop right there. Wasn't our original mission to get rid of the Mind Flayer Tadpole in our heads? Why suddenly are we supposed to be fighting a god? Are you guys kidding me?" Astarion leaned on Ethemon's shoulder and rolled his eyes with practiced elegance.
Chapter 55