"We can talk, but my time is precious so let's cut to the chase." Lith replied with a glare that brooked no questions about his personal life. "What are you doing here, Crank?"
"It's Baron Crank Zaseer of Mirana, now." The Hyperion gave them a small bow. "Even after you dropped me like garbage, I still fought my fair share of Thrud's goons and cashed my reward."
"Please, tell me that we aren't neighbors." Lith had no clue where Mirana was since he had taken the maps of Lustria out of Soluspedia from the day he had enrolled in the White Griffon.
"Gods, no!" Crank seemed to be even more revulsed than Lith at the idea. "I've taken a fief in the west, in one of Thrud's occupied regions. The Royals are in dire need of new and trustworthy nobles and I of subjects used to working for beasts.
"Everybody wins."
