Black Ice

Alexeagle, I didn't need an explanation; otherwise, I would have asked you. I wanted to pick up a quest, but the boss won't let me, I think. :p

-- David, why are you so worried? Who cares what someone makes up about themselves! I remember knowing a guy when I was a kid, a friend of my dad. He was a fisherman and made up a story that one day he was swallowed by a whale. And he started tickling its belly from the inside, and the whale spat him out, but it didn't spit out his sable coat; it was delicious. So, the friend of my dad's wife was left without a coat.

David burst out laughing.
— Oh, you're sly.

Okay, I need to find Sirkhan. David walked through the corridors of the headquarters. Near the armory, he saw a familiar figure.
— Sirkhan! — he called. But no, it was some other red-haired guy.
— Sorry, I was mistaken, — David shrugged and walked on.

Added 3 minutes later
— By the way, Thorvar, it wouldn't hurt to take someone else with us, like that... Creep-Skool, or whatever his name is. He's a suspicious type, though. Nothing is known about him. I'm starting to think he might be a mage.