Stryga was trotting hurriedly to the bank before it closed to collect her gildes. She had forgotten to pick them up during the day since she was still working at night and sleeping during the day. The eyes of others were felt, switching to a run to get to the bank. Finally reaching her destination, she pushed the door open. Panting, she tiredly went to the counter, showing her citizenship bell charm. A few sticks, a bug, and some dirt fell out of her mane. The t...