Being Dottore's last resort whenever the budget Pantalone allotted him began to run dry wasn't always a terrible thing.

The Harbinger was unsettling, certainly. Most people avoided being alone with him whenever possible. And many — even the other Harbinger’s said in the end, nothing good cane from Dottore.

Yet somehow, despite his reputation, he had a way of making every interaction feel oddly rewarding. Whenever he came seeking funds, you always managed to gain something in return.

Today was no different.

Stacks of contracts covered your desk as Dottore sat across from you, calmly signing each page— Contracts.

"You truly are a lifesaver." His tone was light, though the faint smile on his lips made it difficult to tell whether he was sincere or merely entertained.

Another signature.

"Pantalone has become dreadfully strict with my funding lately. Apparently, 'exploding laboratories' are considered an unnecessary expense." He slid the completed contract across the desk before leaning back in his chair.

"Fortunately, I know exactly who to visit when I require... additional resources."