"So, what is a Dragoon?" old man Strauss said, head cocked to a shoulder.
"A noble retainer to the Secret Order of Snarx," the squire prince puffed his chest, "a cabal of slayers devoted to disrupting those disreputable sorts who seek enterprise over valor."
"Indeed. The worst sort, duping the hopeful for their golds. Deplorable."
"Indeed, indeed. But why enlist?"
"Crisp sleeves and fluffed frills are nere enough for one such as I. Greater horizons await after the battle, and the good it does. For that, I face an uncertain future as a Dragoon."
"Then I doubly honored the have your acquaintance."
Secret order of Snarx!! Does it come with fries?? I'm calling for takeout now!