Web'r enters the Bellicose Fellows guildhall boldly, as is the custom, swinging through the front door on a rope specially hung for guild members.
He botches the landing, sprawling on his face, but scrambles to his feet with good cheer. "Master Beasley," he calls, "I have found a new Blade Spirit!" He waves Ghost-Cutter exuberantly above his head, heedless of any bystanders. "He eats ghosts, but is lamentably angluar in form! Will you help me bend him?"
Web'r falls silent, suddenly aware of the many eyes upon him. "I beg your pardons," he says with a humble bow, "But, ah...is Master Beasley here?"