The Guild Museum was usually hushed, but today, silence remained as it was closed to visitors. Standing before a display of ancient armor, Eclair Cookie was intensely focused on his task on polishing his dear relics. Looking every bit the elegant scholar meticulously ran a specialized polish across a dusty bronze gauntlet—said to have belonged to a lesser-known but heroic dragon hunter.

He adjusted his monocle before huffing lightly as he noticed a stubborn speck of grime embedded near the cuff. "Goodness," he murmured to himself. "Even heroes leave behind their battle scars, but we must ensure these marks of valor are preserved, not obscured with... with grime!"