Alpha Dragon
I correct.
She rolls her eyes, pulls out a stack of papers, and arranges them on a clipboard. "I'll call you Mr. AOTRDC." Her prissy reply says she thinks she has the last word on the subject, and my eyebrows lift as I try to decipher what she's talking about. "It's the acronym for your name," she adds with another eye roll and lifts the clipboard in my direction. "I'm Beatrice Wilder of the Old Woman Clan. I've been expecting you for-" she looks at the large clock on the wall and then back at me, "two hours," she chides.
I ignore the censure of her words and take the offered clipboard.