Lucy strolled to the receiving room with Ndaga Nnung alone. Every other person had dispersed and those who had come with her had been shown to their quarters. Both of them kept silent till they were both seated, served tea and all the servants had retreated.
"I suppose asking you why you are at the Crack will be too much of an intrusion." he asked her.
"Mr.." she started to say.
"Call me chief Nnung." he corrected.
"Ah, Cheif. What I know of the middle realms is of it's over fragmentation. Clans and races do not mix. Well, mix is a bit too far. Let's say they don't cross each other's territories. This is the light realm. And the fragmentation is even more apparent. Yet, at the edge of the crack, deep into the Red hands territories, you are here undisturbed. I suppose asking why would be quite a stretch." Lucy said casually.
"What do you know of Lady Xier?" he asked and Lucy paused.