Seems reasonable. I suspect it’ll be quite similar to "When A Story Calls On Me To Visit The Boatman, Why Do I Never Remember To Max Out The Relevant Favours First?" and "That Sinking Feeling When You Return To Your Lab From Parabola Without Doing Quite Enough Research There".[/quote]
After being distracted from my Gollum-like hoarding of railroads I have theorised a new pair of sigils, generally depicted in close proximity:
"The Inevitable Delay Towards Being Recognised As A Defender Of The Public Safety, Because An Urchin Is Late To Reclaim His Bear"
And "The Profitable Consolation That Your Endlessly Circular Train Journey Supplies You With Generous Amounts of Bones, Trinkets Worth Hinterland Scrip And Rumours Of The Upper River That The Bazaar Is Suddenly Willing To Pay As Much Money For As It Would For A Touching Love Story"