Mark threw him a glare over his shoulder, but Damon was already walking the other way with an exaggerated stretch and yawn, like he hadn't just dropped a grenade on the poor guy's lap. "You owe me ten lifetimes of favors!" Mark called after him.
Damon waved a lazy hand. "Put it on my tab!"
As the echoes of Mark's muttering faded down the corridor, Damon smiled and let out a sigh. Now that he had successfully guilt-tripped his friend into taking care of some troublesome things, he had time to focus on other things.
The most important one being why the hell he had never heard of a Frozen Throne or Empire or whatever their guild name was in his last life. It was not that the guild had not been famous or had crumbled early in the game. He simply had never heard of this guild at all.
