[bro he's a sword not a snake clown genie]

[The umbrella appears to listen closely, however an umbrella does that (leaning forward a little, canopy open wide). Once Ish has properly detailed the contract with in Ish language, it tilts forward deeply in acknowledgment, the front end of its canopy just above the ground.]

I accept your terms, Ish, Witch of Ruin.

I'll leave the other contracts to their makers.

[With that, the umbrella cedes the floor. It's contract signing hours now.]