Well, Koumyou could be pretty... amazingly scatter-brained. But that still didn't sound quite like him. Or did it? No, no, not with the life eternal bit at least.

"You'll have to be more specific," Amberdrake chuckled, and produced a business card from inside his feather-patterned robe. The name Sadullos Kestra was engraved above a simple address, and below that was Drake's phone number. He didn't have an assistant yet, to take appointments down for him. There was no one here he could trust with the position.

Well, Sanzo perhaps, but he was soooooo not suited to that job.

Life would be so much easier if there were hertasi here.