A grand, golden sign for a grand, golden warehouse.

YOROZU DEPOSIT COMPANY

They entered the building and were directed to a counter. Someone called from the end and they came forward. There sat a young girl in a leather chair, dressed in red, white and gold. Golden glasses sat on her nose and a golden pipe was in one hand. She had a very large and thick ledger before her on the counter.

"Ah, good morning, sweetie", greeted Brewary. The girl ignored him.

"Here at the Yorozu Deposit Company, it is proper to come forward one at a time, but since your faces are not known, I, the fourth Yorozu will forgive this impoliteness, but only this once", she paused to drag from her pipe.

"As is the code of the Yorozu, I will remember all names, faces, and transactions of customers. To erase any doubt, I keep a ledger for the benefit of workers and customers", she said as she tapped a blank page on the ledger. "My memory is flawless, as all Yorozu are flawless. Have no fear of losing or misplacing money and items given into Yorozu care."

"We heard from some stallholders that Yorozu is who to seek for money exchange, storing of items and coins?", asked Roland. She puffed with pride.

"As I have said, and as you have heard. We take 1/100th of the money you deposit as fee, calculated to the 100th copper. You will not be so insolent as to deposit 99 coppers and then 99 coppers more after that to avoid the fee, for Yorozu remembers it all and the fee shall be deducted. Fee for any item stored is 1/50th of the appraised value. You will not be so insolent as to suggest an outsider of Yorozu company's appraisal of the item's value. You will be pleased to hear that exchange is free, and Yorozu Company will trade 100 coppers for a silver and 100 silvers for a gold ". She took another puff of her pipe. Roland wondered what business a little girl has smoking but clearly she wasn't going to take that kind of question kindly.

"Now, allow me to enter your names into the ledger". She lifted a fine feather pen, waiting for names.

"My name is Brewary, sweetie". The tips of her ears became slightly red at the compliment. Her handwriting was impeccable and at the top of the blank page was written "BREWARY" in flowing script. She turned the page and looked over her glasses at Roland. She really is pretty.

"Roland". The page turned. He was happy to see that there was no W in his name. How good is this little girl? Did she even have a childhood?

"Demit". Nice and simple name, though he had never heard of it before now. The page turned.

"Jakson". The pen was replaced into its inkwell. Yorozu leaned back and took a puff before pointing the pipe at him. Her eyes narrowed.

"You are no 'Jakson'". What the hell? thought Roland. What's going on now?

".… nyet. Is Krestovozdvizhensky". The three looked at Jakson in shock. He shrugged.

"Is hard name."

"No name is too hard for the Yorozu", she said a little loudly, offended. Jakson leaned forward to look at the ledger, the flowing script of his name about 3/4 the width of the page.

"Will not repeat mistake."

"See that you do not", said Yorozu. She was less annoyed after the half-apology.

"Now, what business do you have with the Yorozu company?", she asked. Jakson wanted to exchange a silver coin. Yorozu rang a bell and a worker dressed in silver took the coin, disappeared, then reappeared with a tray of 100 coppers. They were tiny coins, but a 100 of them bulked out Jakson's pouch.

"Come again. The Yorozu Company is open every day, from 7 in the morning to 7 at night, no exceptions. I, the fourth Yorozu, will be waiting at this window to take your business". As they turned to leave, Yorozu added;

"…and never again lie to the Company."

Outside, they stopped Jakson.

"How does-?"

"Krestovozdvizhensky."

"Christoph… fuck …", Demit laughed a little.

"Crest-o…"

"Krestovozdvizhensky". No one could get it. Jakson shrugged.

"Is hard name."

"I'll call you 'Sugar' from now on." Pointing to Roland, then Jakson, then Demit;

"Honey, Sugar, Paprika."

"Motherfucker, don't call me that."