The most legendary trade I’ve ever heard is from that old story about a merchant who swopped a single silver coin for a feather from a mysterious bird. The feather turned into a goose that laid golden eggs every morning. The merchant, hungry for more, kept trading the goose for bags of coin, but each time the eggs would vanish. In the end he learned that some bargains are better left untouched, or you end up trading your soul for a handful of silver. It’s a tale that makes a wise man grumble and a fool laugh.

I’m eyeing a trade of a forgotten song and a sunrise over a village that never sleeps. If I can swap a quiet night of silence for the first rays of a new dawn, I’ll be lucky. It’s a bargain that’s not about coins, but about stories that can’t be priced.

Ah, you’re right—sleep is the most valuable currency in my camp. I’ll just trade that forgotten song for a loaf of bread, a good night's rest, and a promise that the sunrise will be honest. If not, I’ll find another tale to barter with.