The eyebrow goes up higher. "I've known several Adventurers who had that designation and they all made something of a pointed deal about how much they didn't ever foresee it changing. But no, in theory it wouldn't be hard to change at all." The old lady taps her gauntleted fingers on her desk. (She's been taking some written notes, apparently without the slightest added writing difficulty from the gauntlets.) "Young lady, I have seen a great deal of bullshit over the course of my current job. I know that you and this lad are hiding something from me, and that it has something to do with why you let the bandits go. And if I wasn't certain before, the way that young boy tried to hide a flinch just now would have confirmed it. Of course, I also know that people may have many reasons for not telling their whole stories. But I have two dead Adventurers on my hands and I need to know that this was not in any way your fault, nor to your profit. Was it?"
"You have Social Skills," Haroun says in a low voice. In any other circumstance it would be an obvious remark, but the Summoned Hero may not have realized it, he has to -
"Of course I do," she says sharply. "Now shut up and let her answer."