Ah, I see you wish to avoid my consultation fee. Perhaps some other time you will formally engage my services. [ This is said cheekily, before remembering he still has a handful of calling cards. He produces one for Beatrix, a bit ragged from its time in his pocket, but neatly letterpressed with his name, emblem, "Consulting Detective" and the address "221B Baker Street, London"—the last of which has been crossed out in favor of a hastily-written "Around Reverein." ]

I have no qualms about voicing my opinions in a public forum—about him or other worthy candidates. [ He shifts his weight from the table and gestures broadly. ] In fact, I find it quite exciting to be present for the birth of a new, local government. I cannot wait to witness its turbulent youth—to watch as it struggles against partisanship and the constant threat of dysfunction!