Hill didn't want to get too involved with the players. If they really led him into trouble, Fran would probably hang him up and beat him.
This Snow Old Dog was obviously a tough guy. His words were full of traps. Hill didn't plan to take his bait.
He returned to his room and thought for a moment before opening the communicator. He hated that eavesdropping guy, but he had to inform Fran. For a mage, it was hard to come by such an opportunity to study openly related to divinity.
"List, contact grandfather." he said to List, who answered the communicator.
"Sir, did something happen at the Earl's place?" List asked curiously.
"No, I delivered the potion; he has already woken up. I left directly." Hill listened to his voice communicating with Diamant, "Ran into the Undead."
List was noticeably surprised, "The Undead have already ventured this far from Saral?"
