"Staff Sergeant Caiaphias Murphy Killgore," he replied, in a clipped, military fashion. "For the sake of convenience, though, let's go with calling me Murphy. Slightly less confusing, that way. I haven't got all the details, yet, but I know the rough outline of what's happened since you got here. I arrived about six years ago, and my friend here," he said, gesturing with his head towards the copper dragon lounging nearby, an amused expression on the draconic face, "picked me up; it took me about three years to figure out that wasn't a coincidence, but in the meantime, he had me earning my keep, working to bring modern ideas and training to a nearby nation, effectively building up a small army. Then I learn about this madman, comes roaring in and blowing up one of our allies," this was said with dripping sarcasm, and a glare shot towards Aurelia. "So, I started asking some questions, and didn't like the answers I got, so I started to ask other people. Little bits and pieces started to fall into place, and then I learned about you. Me, us, whatever. Point is, I knew we had to sit down and talk, if only because the overgrown scaly cat there definitely did NOT want this meeting to ever happen."