[-140 Taler] Buy a fardel of Cider

"Just the one?" he asks, already grasping for your coin. "Suit yourself."

You have lost 140 Taler

You now have {@0 Talers} Taler

"Pleasure doing business with you," he says, already waving you off. "We'll have it delivered by nightfall."

And his goons do move the barrels, sweating and cursing as they arrive with the setting sun.

You have taken on 1 Fardel of Cider

{if Hold > 3} The Demeter’s deck has not lowered much, the buoyant beast swimming nimble and hungry for more cargo. You still walk the hold to count your meagre riches and to plan your next steps. {else} The gangplank sways less with the Demeter’s deck lowered to quayside height, with the ship laying as heavy as a sated beast. You again walk the hold, marvelling at the stacked riches, at the lure of future commerce.{endif} They did surprisingly acceptable work, no breakage and only a few loose ropes, an oversight you fix in passing.