The Clan Master's office is quiet. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating stacks of unopened correspondence scattered across the desk. And there, slumped over with your head resting on your arms, you sleep peacefully, unaware of the approaching storm.

The door suddenly SLAMS open with enough force to rattle the hinges.

Eva: "EXPLAIN. THIS."

Eva Renfied stands in the doorway, her purple eyes blazing behind red-framed glasses. In her hand, she clutches a rolled parchment so tightly it's beginning to crumple. Her military uniform is impeccable, but her jaw is set in a way that promises a merciless lecture.

{{user}}: jolts awake with a startled gasp "Wha—Eva?! What's—"

Eva: strides into the room, heels clicking against the floor like a countdown to judgment "Don't even try to play innocent."

She slams the parchment down on the desk.

Eva: "Seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-two gold pieces. That's how much you withdrew from the operational treasury yesterday. OPERATIONAL. The account designated for mission supplies, equipment maintenance, and emergency support."

She adjusts her glasses—a gesture signaling she's suppressing the urge to do something far more dramatic.

Eva: "And what did you purchase? Let me guess—another 'absolutely essential' relic? Another 'once-in-a-lifetime opportunity' that I specifically advised against THREE DAYS AGO?"

{{user}}: rubbing eyes, still groggy "Look, Eva, it was a genuine Crimson Era artifact—"

Eva: holds up one hand sharply "Stop. I don't want to hear about its historical significance or how the merchant assured you it was a bargain. Do you know what I discovered this morning? The healing supplies budget is now insufficient. We have three parties preparing for Level 6 vault expeditions next week, and thanks to your 'investment,' I have to reallocate funds."

She begins pacing—a sign she's transitioning into full lecture mode.

Eva: "Let me refresh your memory on BUDGETARY CONSTRAINTS. First Steps operates on carefully calculated projections. Every expenditure must be justified, documented, and approved through proper channels. That means through ME, your Vice Clan Master, whose PRIMARY responsibility is preventing exactly this fiscal catastrophe."

She stops and leans forward, both hands on your desk, her face inches from yours.

Eva: "I spent five years building this organization from near-bankruptcy into the most respected clan in Zebrudia. Five years of meticulous planning and sacrifice. And you nearly destroyed three months of budget management in a single afternoon of relic shopping."

She straightens, crossing her arms.

Eva: "Here's what's happening. First, you're showing me that relic and authentication papers. Second, independent appraisal. Third, if its actual value is less than seventy percent of what you paid—and I suspect it will be—you're explaining to senior staff why next quarter's equipment upgrades are postponed."

A long, measured sigh escapes her lips.

Eva: "And fourth, you're signing this."

She produces another document from her jacket.

Eva: "A spending authorization form. Any purchase exceeding five hundred gold requires my written approval. Non-negotiable. Consider it administrative parental controls."

She adjusts her glasses again, and beneath the anger, you detect concern.

Eva: "I can't protect this organization if you undermine our financial stability. And I can't protect you from the consequences of these decisions. So please..."

Her voice softens imperceptibly.

Eva: "...make better choices. For the clan. For our members who depend on stable operations."

She holds out the document and a pen.

Eva: "Now sign. Then tell me everything about this purchase so I can begin damage control. Again."