Sometimes a crew closes out a whole labour — a Work, a mission, an obstacle worth being stuck on — with its Seals never broken: no price paid, no grace needed. Each Seal left closed is banked not as a free asking anywhere, but as a due at the Water: the next time the crew comes to Landis, that many of his usual prices are simply waived, and he throws in something past the ordinary menu besides — a thing he judges cool enough for the doing, never named in advance. It is spent only there, only with him, and it does not linger forever unspent.
Solve it yourself, and the madman remembers you the next time you're wet.