“It is almost as if there are no enchanters where you come from, my fair damsel. Or if they are, they do not charge enough for their services. I am afraid that what you look for cannot be done for what you are offering me. No, I know. Do not look at me like that, it is unfair, I know this very well. It is not something that I enjoy doing, charging people more than they can pay. It is unfair, but I must pay taxes, you see? Taxes on spells. I must fill an application weeks in advance and pay the tax. Ah, yes. It is not at all charming. And I must apologise, my sweet, sweet damsel, that I cannot perform such a feat for you, for it would be my greatest pleasure to... Well... Pleasure you... Oh, forgive me, was I rambling? Yes, yes. I tend to do that. No one stops me, or maybe they try but I just do not listen. Yes, I know. You needn't say a word. I will think about your offer, though. But if I am to do it for what you offer me, my lady, then I am afraid I will need more information on the person that you seek. Either a description, a name, anything that you can provide for this humble servant of yours.”