[ 'Doctor,' he notes to himself. 'Easygoing. Seems intelligent enough. Open-minded and personable.' All positive enough observations. Though, for whatever reason, he can't quite shake the gut feeling that Figaro is a little too accepting about the situation. ... perhaps he's simply more acclimated to these sorts of things? ]

Haha, do you think so? The job of a herald isn't a terribly exciting one.

[ Neither is that of a valet-cum-glorified-punching-bag, but he's not going to say that out loud. ]

But I suppose it may be be interesting enough to younger folk. If we're to be writing something for audiences of all ages. [ Pause. On second thought, Figaro had been the one to accept the job first, and he'd come tagging along at the last moment thanks to a tip from the adventurer's guild. ] ... we are assisting with a book in that vein, correct?