A long evening at the tables, with the till sawn clean off.
120,000 CHP as you sit down
In the purse before the kettle whistles. Nothing to fund, because nothing here takes money.
The Common Room restocks you
A morning stack, a pull on the Mill Wheel, three wax seals and a notice board that quietly refills.
Fair play you can recheck
The maths never move, and any past round on a Workshop game can be rebuilt from its seeds.
One table, laid by everyone
Every win in the hall nudges the same shared meter towards the next place setting of awards.