Sibins silently took the bag and weighed it in his hand. "Gold Coins from the Holy Kingdom?"
Rorschach nodded.
The Mechanical Director slowly ran his left hand over his clean-shaven bald head as he pulled open a drawer with his other hand. "First, I guarantee you that not a single coin of the money meant for your parents will be missing. Second, as for what the Trading Company shorted you, I'll reimburse you for it now."
"There's no need. I'm not short on money right now. What I want is for the Holy Kingdom's Pachaluka Trading Company to give me what was agreed upon. I want this handled by the book."
"By the book. Fine. You'll receive it the next time you go to the Holy Kingdom. I guarantee it."
Having received two guarantees, Rorschach picked up the money bag and turned to leave.
