None of your business stupid fool.
"I'm just lookin' for a steady job." says Vlogrago as he grins forcefully.
"Job! Why, of course. There is nothing here but job, job jobs! But take a seat, will ya? Tell me what you're really looking for."
He takes out a now genuine laughter. Not bothered by the fact that he gives this "an excuse of a living" time and space to talk, because he knows that his aim is greater than all the babbling and chattering.
"Well, you saw right through me." Vlogrago replies. "You see, now I am at the age of 53, I can feel my heart wanting to venture out, and maybe with some luck, court and settle down with someone right."
"Oh, why! This is the city of love! You see those bearded men over there shouting and drinking? They all found their wives in this very city!"
Just when Vlogrago gets ready to gabble on with him, a soft finger comes knocking on his right shoulder.
"Sir, she is ready to see you."
Man sitting across from him shivers with surprise. "Why didn't you tell me you were a friend of our lady! Why, sir, forgive me if I babbled something stupid, you know, my wife always sa..."
He stops with the comforting words of the now important. "All right gentleman, good to see you. Another time for a drink hopefully!"
Vlogrago follows the usher. Under the torchlights that follow up the stairs, his face becomes familiar: Lady's brother. "It's been a long time, and you still stand to these monkeys with beers on one hand and an empty glass on the other."
He thinks to himself. That is the exact reason your plan's bound to fail.
While I am getting to know my enemy, you despise and mock them from your glass castles. One needs to be more mysterious these days.