Andrew's mouth twitched sharply: "Uh... no. I've been really busy these past years, so I've decided to give myself a little vacation."
"Vacation?"
"Yes. I... well, anyway, the mission has already failed, and it'll take some time to make up for it, otherwise it'd be too easy to get exposed. I figured I might as well stay in Lunbak for a while. In the meantime, I can also help some people in need—like you, a broke and down-on-your-luck dragon! I can help you form a mercenary group and make you prosperous."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true! Do you think a famous Mercenary Corps Commander like me would lie?"
"Definitely not. By the way, what's your name?"
"Uh... my name is Duru. Yes, Duru. You can call me Mr. Duru."
"I think I heard you call yourself Grand Master Andrew earlier today."
"No, you misheard. It's Duru. And I'm not a Great Mage either."
