The moogles asked people to play the hero of light, and this seemed right; but preventing misdeeds by establishing a deterring reputation struck Aerich as police work. A fine enough role for a dragon, but not what a lyorn might be needed for.

Shoulders rose in another shrug, as if to say a name meant little to him. "You would wear a fine duty as a badge, friend, and I applaud you for it. But what is this reputation for but to convince ne'er-do-wells their work is more trouble than profit?

"As to that, well, something stronger than words in called for. We may sally forth, but let us also put the task to sorcerers, who hold the very keys to the future." Pardon Aerich; for as fond as he is of Po's heart, he has spent centuries reminding his dzur hero of a vassal to keep her feet on the ground. "Here is the proof: I know a certain baroness who is also something of a wizard. She set the groundwork for teleportation spells, and, well, the sorcerers who built on that groundwork have since been more than a little troublesome for the dreams of roadside bandits."