It clicked, finally. The only people who tended to refer to anything as a 'great work' were those either knee deep into a ph.D thesis, or a Dragon. The latter in particular explained the disdain for titles.
"It must be nice, having that sense of...purpose" he replied wistfully to the Whip of Lords, and he meant it. Having a reason to get up each night, something to strive for - beyond simply avoiding the coming dawn - he envied her that much atleast.
"Oh? Anywhere you'd recommend checking out? I'll admit, I'm not all that familiar with the history here, and I haven't explored much of the nightlife."
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