Imposter Syndrome (Part 1)

"Dude, he's pulling your leg." Rizel laughed his ass off. "That's Lith Verhen, the guy who owns this place. Congratulations on making a fool out of yourself in so many ways in so little time. Thank the gods you didn't introduce yourself."

"Thank the gods indeed." The Baron gasped.

He couldn't show his face around Lutia again, but at least the Lestrame name was safe.

"Can you show me the available plots of land around here, kind sir? I'll generously reward you for your time." The Baron changed his attitude with Rizel quickly, hoping to cut his losses.

"I'm sorry. We are going for a beer in town and I don't need your money." Rizel jabbed with his thumb at a small crowd of men who were approaching them from the fields. "You can join us and ask Lord Raaz Verhen, if you want."