Hell, with nothing to lose in a dream you better jump in.

[ Ready with a verbal counter like always, a clear motor mouth with a quick wit and quicker tongue. Eyebrows lift at the title he's hit with, boot kicking mindlessly at a bit of gravel before he consents to follow closer after him. ] Well, pardon me. Didn't realize I was speaking to a king's righthand man, but now I know better.

Pleased to meet you, Voryn. Jake Muller, peasant commoner for hire.