"I hope you really know what you are doing? You messed with Braham Lockson, that guy is a pain for even me to deal with."
Northern tilted his head a little bit, "What is it about that hypocrite that makes you think I am in a ditch?"
Annette couldn't believe the words Northern was uttering; either he was blind to his situation, or he was simply arrogant.
"Northboy! You are in a ditch! Can't you see where you are staying right now?"
Northern looked at the floor of the dungeon and wrinkled his nose; he raised his head back to meet Annette's eyes.
"It's only temporary, don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself. Oh, and I think I might need information on what is going on, whatever happens from now on. Can you please help me with that, Master Annette?"
Northern sounded so genuine and respectful that Annette couldn't find it in herself to turn him down; she exhaled.
"But what would it change?"
