“Entry decisions are made at door staff’s discretion based on capacity, dress code, and establishment standards.Management reserves the right to refuse service.No refunds on cover charges.”— Cassette Night Club terms of entry (posted in 6-point font)“Good.” The Guildmaster’s smile returned. “So. The contract. You’re free to decline it, but I offered it because I think it would be good experience. Your choice.”“I’ll do it,” I said.Three hundred fifty credits for plugging in a datajack. If I couldn’t manage that, I had no business planning anything more complicated.The Guildmaster smiled back at me. “Excellent. Keep the contract parchment; it has the drop-point encoded. Touch it with your intent to reveal the password.”I focused on the parchment, thinking about the drop-point, and new text appeared beneath the original description:Box: 84Password: f538s9hmj307“That’s...” I looked up. “Just a box? That’s… weird.”“TFN contracts always are,” the Guildmaster said. “They don’t leave room for confusion. Follow the instructions exactly, complete the objective, and collect your payment. Simple.” He stood, moving toward the office door. “Come on. I’ll walk you out, show you how the transition works.”I followed him down the narrow staircase, the tavern noise growing louder as we descended.The dwarf was still talking with the armored woman at the bar, their voices carrying over the general rumble of conversation. The elves in the corner had started a new card game, and the massive creature by the fireplace was now nursing what looked like an ale tankard that could double as a bucket.No one looked up as we passed. Just another adventurer leaving the Guild, nothing remarkable about it.We reached the heavy wooden door with its iron fittings and worn brass handle. (...)