"I'm a mage for hire," Strange explains, as he gestures to himself. "I'm wherever is in need of my talents."

Or at least wherever is in need of someone who can magically manipulate a lot of ground all at once. That counts as talents, even if it's a little bit anticlimactic.

As Daud mentions the expedition, Strange sighs and continues to make idle chit chat. "That whole thing went pear-shaped, didn't it-the expedition, of course. The last werewolf attack was terrible, but could have been worse."