By the time the afternoon shadows began lengthening across the market, the table was nearly empty.
Lucien had expected the preserved meat to sell.
He had not expected everything to disappear in a few hours.
The final bundle went to a caravan worker preparing to leave the city the next morning.
The man weighed the package in his hands before glancing toward the empty wagon.
"That is all?"
Mirelle nodded.
"For today."
"When will you have more?"
"When we have more."
"You should bring twice this amount."
Mirelle smiled politely without promising anything.
"I'll remember that."
The man left.
Lucien watched him disappear into the market.
Several other customers had asked similar questions during the last hour.
That mattered.
Anyone could sell a limited product once if curiosity carried the day.
People asking when it would return meant they believed it had practical value.
