Albert has a bank account! Before this, all he knew of them is that they were dangerous and rewarding to rob, but for him, robbing the bank is the height of simplicity: he just asks the clerics of Abadar for money, and they give it to him, and the pouch he gets is the heaviest he's ever held. There will be more in a week. He manages to double it selling his vote to a strange bald girl, and goes to sleep with all his worldly wealth underneath his inn pillow.

The first day of the convention is a total bore; he sees the girl speaking in the convention hall, but no votes are called, and he hides rather than join any committees, and would rather die than talk to the assembly himself. At the end of the day, he is restless, and decides that he should put some of this money to good use. Maybe he'll even get a woman to want to sleep with him, for once; he hears that sort of thing is supposed to happen in Good countries.