A Self Assignment

"I can finally be free from all this trouble. No more people talking behind our back, saying that we are corrupt and useless," the man said as he took a deep sigh. "I was really worried for a second there, but you managed to turn it around, my boy."

"I'm happy to have been of service, Major General."

"Just call me sir," the man said, bringing out a small bottle of some sort of alcohol before pouring it into a small glass for himself. "Do you guys want some?"

"I have work to do later, sir," Redaime said.

"I don't drink," Ning said. There was no point to it. It didn't affect him in the slightest, so all he got from such drinks was a bad taste.

"Suit yourself," the Major General said and only poured for himself. He took a swig of the alcohol before pointing at Ning. "I wasn't joking about the Dust stuff. No more making that, got it?"