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"Yes, with any luck I'll survive the night," you deadpan before spinning your hand in a dismissive gesture. "You'll be hearing more about my exertions as the weeks go on, I'm sure. I'm curious what you're trying here…"

Tom Fletcher is happy to describe his process, but the techniques are unfamiliar to you and you're quickly at sea in a torrent of craftsman's gobbledygook. You feel a bit sheepish at not being able to follow along. [-Surety] One saving grace is that Goodman Fletcher—though he quickly grasps that you're not as mechanically inclined as he—appears to appreciate the attention and the effort. [+Fletcher]

You'll just have to trust that the harness works as he says it will. Better than living each moment in terror that Brute will loose its bonds. [+Phlegm]

Some Time Later