The green-haired elf glanced up from the book he had been reading, then resumed his reading.  "Audric Bourdette... the next Duke of Elhar."  Since so many of the Falcons' missions were at least partly political, Modya thought it prudent to keep track of the major players.  And this man had made quite a stir.  "You are, as you've said and I've heard, a fairly competent mage and mercenary yourself.  I wonder what you might need of us that you cannot accomplish yourself."<br/>After a moment's pause, he lowered the book again, his brow furrowing.  Had he heard a crash a little while ago?  He'd learned to tune out any noise that didn't sound catastrophic.  Even then, he had precious little quiet time to himself.  "Those idiots broke the door again, didn't they?"  He sighed and dropped the book on his desk.  He couldn't concentrate on reading when he knew he had to replace the door, and he couldn't deal with the door until he dealt with this potential client.<br/>Modya got to his feet, his grey eyes looking down on the man.  He had lived in Lucenia more than twenty years, but it never failed to amaze him how<i>short</i>humans were.  Even the ones that were considered tall were just less short.  Dasia was populated almost exclusively by elves, orcs, and hybrids of the two, all of whom averaged six and a half feet.<br/>"Word is you've been out of the country.  What business brings you back to Lucenia?  And if it has anything to do with your comment about women, I doubt we can help you."