[b][2] - [X] - Stick with your original plan. Go back to the Stationary Shogunate and give the package to your clan elders. [2] -[X] - Let him in on your plan. [X] - Ask him if he can help identify the package. (Optional) [/b] [hr] You reply teresely. “ Back to my home. To my parent clan. To the Stationary Shogunate.” You hug the package tightly and stare at him expectantly, waiting for the sound of laughter or stinging criticism of your plans that were already beyond the expiry date. Instead, all that comes is an understanding nod. “ Honor really gets the best of you at the end, doesn’t it, stationari?” “ Like an outsider would even know about us.” you bite back. “ Oh really?” The pharmacist clears his throat and then, begins to speak slowly, as if reciting a creed. “Steel bends.” “ Paper tears,” you reply automatically whilst your brows raise in surprise. “ Glue hardens.” he continues, never pausing. “ Ink smears.” Your mouth says the words out of habit but there’s only the question of How? on your mind. “ My will is stainless.” “ My honour is eternal,” you finish breathlessly. “ Where did you learn it? Outsiders only know the shortened version.” “ You're not the first Samurai I’ve encountered.” The pharmacist said before pointing towards your eyepatch. “ So, Sakura, eh? I suppose you were tasked with returning this package to the papersmiths.” You nod. “ Aye. They promised to restore my reputation and my status as samurai if I brought it back to them.” “ Promised.” The pharmacist rolled his eyes. “ Is that what those old warhawks call it nowadays? Do you really think giving that package to them is the best thing to do? We all know who started the last Black Friday in the first place.” You didn’t need reminding of that. With no patience to discuss the politics of inter-departmental politics, you decided to take a different tack. You lifted the package out to him invitingly “ Perhaps, they won’t if you can help me identify what this is exactly.” “ This is high quality plastic, no doubt about it.” He rapped against one side of it with its knuckles soundlessly before rubbing his nose and taking a deep breath. “ I can smell disinfectant. It’s been stored for a long time. It doesn’t have the stench of the Wal on it at all….” He continued to look at it some more, turning it upside down and onto each and every end. When he was finally done, his face was slightly ashen, looking down at the package with reverence. “ Like you heard me earlier, this is Wal-Tech.” He scratched his chin. “ But this is no ordinary piece of Wal-Tech. It has the mark of the Employees on it.” “Employees?,” you scoff. “ They’re all dead. There are no more employees left. Everyone knows that they all perished during the Fall.” “Or so we believe.” He then crossed his arms. “ This is priceless. With all the details you’ve given to me, it would make sense why an entire Smiler crusade would be after this product. Anything with the mark of the Employees on it has the power to change a Department. Even change the Wal itself…..” He turns to look at you, face now grim and ashen. “ I think it’d be best for you to leave the Bargain Bin. At once.” [hr] You depart the day after during the opening hours. You gather what equipment survived your fall and try to make the best of your ruined armor. With a little help from the Pharmacist’s assistants, you manage to pancake it into a paper buckler that hangs onto your right hand. Even, the Pharmacist did leave you one parting gift. [X] - Take one item from the good Pharmacist. [X] - A tube of 100 Vitamix-Plus Gummies - Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, you think you even see a little bit of magenta in there. [X] - WalVicks Absolute Zero Cold Relief - This dark bottle rattles with a liquid that frosts the very glass itself. [X] - Novolog Insu-Inhalant - This nasal syringe immediately makes your nostrils itch at the thought of using it. [X] - You didn’t take anything from him. Regardless of how he helped you, you can’t trust to put any substance in your body that was given by him.