"You are welcome Nalrond. Thanks for the lesson, Orion." Lith said, a bit surprised that a proud artisan would share information with a rival.
"Don't mention it." Orion said.
'The stronger Lith gets, the higher our chances of survival against the Myrok.' He actually thought. 'I would have never taught him anything if he was alone. But with his share of Thrud's spoils and his Demons, one piece of information can change the course of a war, when it applies to an entire army.'
***
Werean region, Medaka Plains, the following day.
After a quick trip to the Desert for a few tweaks on the Voidwalker armor and a good night's rest to reset Invigoration's effects, Lith woke up to a call informing him that the final details of the investigation had been settled.
For some reason, the Captain of the Hand of Fate, the Council's enforcers, had refused to give Lith the coordinates of Pharek's home and demanded to meet in an open space.
