Well, I found something which I don't think I've posted here:
~ A Merchant's Skill ~
Noise pounded through the merchant's skull, breaking into his mind like a tornado, but he ignored the ruckus. He was used to such things. Every day at the break of dawn he arrived in his cart loaded with necessities of the peasants' lives: flower and sugar he carried along with rough cloth, cheap shoes, tools, anything that anyone might ever consider useful.
Today the sun had long since crossed its zenith, yet the merchant -- Franklin Chambers -- still waited for buyers to purchase more than half of his goods. Since about three o' clock, the crowd had grown in the square, until now a throng milled aimlessly perusing items that would cost most a year's wages to purchase. No one, however, stopped by Chambers' stall; no one wanted the necessities. Reluctantly, shading his eyes from the sun, he reached beneath his wagon and opened a small compartment, hidden from casual glances, and removed a case of his most prized item. Quickly prying it open, he set a few bottles in his stand, near the front for all eyes to see.
"Brandy!" he called, "Get a bottle o' brandy. Only two coppers a piece. Cheap Brandy! Come 'n get it!"
His cry turned heads as nothing else could. Brandy, the harbinger of joy; brandy, a pool to swallow the peasants' troubles in mirth and senselessness; brandy, a drink to love. In only seconds a small crowd gathered by his stall, thrusting grimy pennies at him from all directions. Chambers grinned, his eyes twinkling as the coppers clattered into his palm, one on top of the other until the bottles were gone. Not even bothering to move, his recent customers upended their newly purchased bottles above their faces, draining the alcohol in mere seconds, and begging for more.
"I'm running low. Not much more left," he responded. "It'll be five coppers to ya now."
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