
Rowan! You listening? TheDirector wants you and theseal. Now!

Rowan Fetch: Yes, of course.I'll be right up.
The problem: theseal is currentlyin there.

Rowan Fetch: Dear box. Kindly returnthe item you justswallowed.

......
Rowan Fetch: ...Playing theordinary box,are we.

Rowan Fetch: None of the keys fit.Then, pardon me...

CLACK!!

Rowan Fetch: I do apologize. I won'ttouch the ribbon.
Rowan Fetch: Can't forceit open.Procedure,then.

Rowan Fetch: Inventory regulations.Untagged items are slated fordisposal.

Rattle...?!
Rowan Fetch: However, once aclerk registers it,it becomes Vaultequipment.

Rowan Fetch: Collections Departmentequipment. Collateraltransport box. Assignedclerk: Rowan Fetch.

Rowan Fetch: I'll tie it to thehandle, not theribbon. Is that allright?

...click.

Pip!

Rowan Fetch: Scale and orb, bothintact. Thank youkindly.
Rowan Fetch: And my lunchbox?

Clunk.
Rowan Fetch: ...The lunch is awrite-off, then.

Rattle, rattle,rattle.
Rowan, that box...it's following you?

Rowan Fetch: CollectionsDepartmentequipment. Newlyregistered.
TheDirector's inthe ReviewRoom. Wantsto see thatseal himself.

Careful. He's beenfiddling with his ringthis whole time.

Mira Dalton: Mr. Fetch! Iapplied for acredit limit review!
Mira Dalton: Today's theday! I can justfeel it!

Still a single chain. Thin, without a single tangle.

Rowan Fetch: I wish you afavorable result, Ms.Dalton.
Mira Dalton: Whoa, but what's withthat box? It's walking!

Barsolo Crim: You there! What took solong?! Hand over the seal!

Rowan Fetch: Yes, Director.Here you are.

Barsolo Crim: The scale's plainbrass... and what'sthis orange orb?
Rowan Fetch: The Flame Blessingrepossessed from valuedcustomer Corbin.

Barsolo Crim: Eek! ...Ahem.See? Nothinghappens in myhand.

Thunk.
Barsolo Crim: Just an ink mark.Do it again. Rightin front of me.

Rowan Fetch: Enforcement requiresthe valued customer inquestion, I'm afraid.

Barsolo Crim: There's one. Thatgreenhorn with thespear. Hey! You! In here!
Mira Dalton: No way, me? It'smy turn already?!

Barsolo Crim: Yes, yes, your credit limitreview. Prop the spearover there.

Rowan Fetch: ...The ring. Itglowed again.

Mira Dalton: Here's my repaymentbook! Never a daylate, I swear!

Barsolo Crim: Boy. Stamp it. Putout the light onthat spear.
Mira Dalton: ...Huh? Put it out?Not a review?

A single chain. The scale does not glow.

Rowan Fetch: Let me look into thatfor you. When was yourlast payment?
Mira Dalton: Y-yesterday! Seewhere it's crossedoff here?

Rowan Fetch: Nothing overdue.No breach ofpurpose onrecord.

Rowan Fetch: There are no grounds.I cannot enforce.

Barsolo Crim: Know your place,boy! When I saystamp, you stamp!
Rowan Fetch: A seal withoutgrounds is merelyink, Director.

Barsolo Crim: Move! It's theCollections seal anyway.So the blame's yours!

WHAM!!
Mira Dalton: Hey! What areyou stamping inmy book?! ...Uh,sir!

......

Mira Dalton: ...Huh? Myspear's fine?
Rowan Fetch: Just as Isaid.

Rowan Fetch: No grounds? Orbecause it wasn't myhand?

Mira Dalton: I was never late, notonce... and now thisstamp's in my book...
Rowan Fetch: I'll have thaterroneous stampcorrected for you.

Rowan Fetch: Apologies for the trouble,but please visit theCollections Countertomorrow.
Mira Dalton: ...Seriously?That's apromise!

Barsolo Crim: Hmph. Apiece of junk.Even so, I'llbe keeping it.

CLUNK!

Barsolo Crim: Wh-why, you heapof junk! Spit itout! This instant!

CLACK!!
Barsolo Crim: Ow-ow-ow-ow!

Rowan Fetch: Not the ribbon, Director.I was scolded for it too.
Rowan Fetch: It's a collateral transportbox. It opens only for itsassigned clerk.
Rowan Fetch: ...Probably.

Barsolo Crim: Since when do wehave equipment likethat?!
Rowan Fetch: I found it thanks tothe inventory youkindly assigned me.

Mira Dalton: Whoa, this littleguy's amazing!What's its name?
Rowan Fetch: It doesn't have oneyet.

Pip!
Mira Dalton: Pip? It just said Pip!...Uh, sir! You're Pip!

Barsolo Crim: Th-that glow... Oh my,here already~ Tea! Wemust bring tea!

Barsolo Crim: What are you gawkingat?! Out, both of you!We'll settle the seallater!

Mira Dalton: No way... Mr. Fetch, look!It's the Hero of Light!

Mira Dalton: Garrett Suncrest!Guildmaster ofDawnspear! He'sactually glowing!

The armor that stood at the lastcounter on the Day of Default.

Beneath that light drag several thick chains.

Garrett Suncrest: Oh? I heardsomeone finally tookthe Collections desk.That you, rookie?

Garrett Suncrest: Ha ha! Splendid. Eventhe Vault needs itsworkhorses.
Garrett Suncrest: Show me to theReview Room. I havean appointment, yousee.

Rowan Fetch: Welcome, valuedcustomer. Allow meto show you the way.
Rowan Fetch: ...This guy again.

Seeing his chains, though, isa first.