The Contract

Emery Crowes' first stage fetter. A boy of perhaps 14 or 15. The Contract carries a large feathery quill everywhere, and uses his empty eyesockets for an inkwell. A bit like a porcelain doll, only his head, hands, and feet seem to be solid. His clothes are covered with wax seals and illegible words in runny ink, and his coat in particular has a color and texture like old paper.

The Contract's deal, in short -- haha, Deal, -- is that he's a big bundle of approval-seeking behaviors, far past any point of keeping himself safe. Oh, he just wants to be told he did good. He just wants someone to take charge so he doesn't have to feel so mixed up anymore.

It's simple enough, isn't it? His true purpose is to serve as a commodity. How grateful he feels when someone actually does so. Here, take a look: all about his coat are promises he was party to, kept forever as treasures.