"Sick bastárds... Well, I assure you, friend. You have swayed my heart, where I once thought it a boulder." Dale looked out the door to the street outside the cleaning store, not realizing how much time had passed. "I best be going, with my clothes. I wasn't paying attention to the time." The man checked his watch with a sigh, and placed the hand back in his pocket. "I don't need the shield. If anything, I'd rather earn it through my efforts than take a loan. Hopefully, you'll hear of a mighty hammer cleaning up the streets by then."