"A storyteller?" I ask as the waitress delivers my drink, chuckling to myself, "I guess I'm something of a storyteller too.  A sophist, if you might, in the traditional sense.  Not that I'm deceitful, its that I use language and rhetoric to help my clients.  Sometimes they are more... story than truth, but I try to  keep a good kernel in there.  At least I hope," I smile, watching the hair move, "Too often, though, I get stuck doing the rather mundane aspects of any job, in my case mindless written drivel that only another of my type could enjoy.  But it does lead to some rather fantastical revelations when you discover a secret and use it yourself," I smile, flicking my wrist and slightly warming my drink more to my liking.  "Maybe I should just call myself a philsopher and seeker of knowledge.  Or is that too grand to claim on my own?"