Upon hearing the amazing joke the tiny old woman told, Brutrumukk, the drakes on his shoulder, and the entire conga line all burst into raucous laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA! HOO HOO HOO! OHOHOHOHOHO! That's the funniest thing I've 'eard in days!" Brutrumukk exclaimed.
"That it is." Skobeloff said as he got his laughter back under control. "But we should get back to the task at hand. Shieldwing is on the other side of this wall. All we need to do now is figure out how to get through it to reach him."
"Wait!" Shadowflowers suddenly called out, causing the conga line to grind to a halt. "This wall has got a door for the quest still. You did not see it because of the darkness, yes! There is no more that we need to discuss and right now is definitely the time for circumstances. Shieldwing is just this way."
"Well, you 'eard the lady." Brutrumukk said to the drakes and conga line. "Shieldwing is just this way. Conga!"
"Conga!" The conga line called back as Brutrumukk led the way to the door.
Once he had confirmed that there were no tricks in the paperwork, January considered his options. He could sign on the dotted line and take on the role of executor, a role that would most likely make him a target of everyone in Power who was gearing up to fight over everything of value Harold left behind and most definitely require January to put in no small amount of effort. Or he could pass up the request and let EC&D handle it, passing all that hard work onto someone who actually wants to do it and catching Colby in the web as an added bonus. But as much as January enjoyed the thought of avoiding work, he knew that doing so this time would mean disrespecting Harold's final request of him.
January was lazy. But he wasn't that lazy.
Taking up the fountain pen, January brought it to the papers and signed his name. He doubted that having the lawyer in his Debt would be of much use anyway. The partner between Ellsworth and Dark changed regularly enough to make any serious efforts to snag one of them a risky investment. "So what happens now?" January asked as he looked up from the freshly signed papers and back at Colby, carefully studying the man's reactions to the signing now that it has happened.
January figures Colby out some more. He rolls a 7 and learns what Colby was hoping to get from EC&D handling the will instead of January and what Colby worries might happen.
When Colby finished speaking, January took up the documents but left the pen on the table for the moment. The Fourth Survivor had dealt with demons and their Tainted enough times to know that when one of them gives you something to sign, you would do well to look before you leap. Thoroughly so. And that was precisely what January did. He read every word of every page, taking care to fully understand what he would be getting himself into if he signed, and also to sus out any devilish details hiding in the fine print.
"I apologize for bothering you at home. Mr Dark felt it shouldn't wait," Colby explains, a slight hard edge to the name of his senior partner.
"Oh it's no bother at all." January lied as he filed away the hostility he detected in Colby's tone for later consideration.
"Before he died Magus Robinson completed a fairly sophisticated will with us. Perhaps a little to sophisticated to be administered by a private individual. Regardless, it seems he has named you his executor."
"His... executor" January stated in shock. "Well that's certainly an unexpected turn of events... One you don't seem to approve of." As he spoke that last sentence, January's surprised expression shifted into a look of speculative curiosity as he left the unspoken question of why dangling in the air.