[In truth, Mandrake bears all the tell-tale signs of someone who will probably work himself into an early grave-- poor posture from bending over his desk, a permanent slight darkness under his eyes due to lack of sleep, and a trend towards being painfully skinny due to often forgetting to eat while he is preoccupied. Nevertheless, he bears it all well, usually moving and speaking both with confidence and polite reserve. Well, except for today, it seems.]

It is not particularly my specialty-- nor was it even really my business to begin with. [It was Edgeworth's.] I am only really minding it until its' original owner returns. However, they were someone I looked up to, and they put a lot of work into it. When they left, I couldn't stand to see it go to waste.

Calling it is a business is perhaps a little misleading. It is in fact a non-profit imPort charity fund, organised for unsettled imPorts who don't wish to register with the government, but have no other means of supporting themselves.