Could be. You're writing off my potential for gigolo work pretty quick, or the likelihood that I'm a traveling handyman. [ This would be the time for jazz hands, but considering his displacement and already less than stellar mood before arrival he just doesn't have it in him. Instead Voryn will have to settle for rolled shoulders and a raise of hands in mock surrender. ]

But yeah, sure, I'm popular. Always will be in my neck of the woods, thanks to a growing need for men with guns to solve problems for guys without 'em.

How about you? "Lord High Councillor", how long did that take?