He doesn't miss a beat, despite the admission of ignoring one of the richest veins of information Trench has on offer. Much of the rest resides in people's minds with all the complexities associated with it. The Frontier is full of people who lack the time, inclination, or resources to utilize such options.

"I would be pleased to do so," Mayerling says. He hesitates, unsure if he wishes to say more—such as, so much as is within his power, he will avoid these zealots and physical proximity to their harvest. Life among humans is hard enough without a setting awash in blood. He holds his tongue, no need to frighten someone away.

"How may I reach you on our local network?" Mayerling asks. Remarkable, really, that it still stands.