Keep an eye on imports and exports
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From: Spire, Inn, Leviathan
Heavily laden vessels dock centrally – in the Cage, a dockyard nestled within the leviathan's exposed ribs. What hidden treasures pass through this skeletal sepulchre?
Unlocked with 
Upon the Belly of the Whale, 
Labour By Candlelight
Success
Today's treasures
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Description summary:
Description varies with 
Smuggled Airs.
| Smuggled Airs | Description |
|---|---|
| 1-9 | A hold of twenty clinking crates is unloaded[…]. A man holding a candle stamps one with a rubber seal, and another picks the marked crate up, tendons straining in his neck. The […] captain almost disguises his wince[…] "For the leviathan's share," he says. |
| 10-19 | A clanking patchwork junker of an airship […] Miserherders stroll […]. Each bears multiple armfuls of coruscating glim, and they walk unhurried […] Years spent travelling at the pace of a Moon-Miser are hard to shake off. The crowds part and flow around them. |
| 20-29 | A hawker unrolls her mat on one of the wider gangways, revealing a tumble of shimmering crystal geometries. "Lattice-charms," […] "hewn from the Depression! Never lose your way again!" Nobody meets her eye. Nobody approaches her. At length, she leaves. |
| 30-39 | A brawny dockhand unloads bales of moss from a hold. Their dirigible is fitted with quadruple-jointed armatures that extend from the front of the gondola. Farming equipment, perhaps? |
| 40-49 | Tall men and women with pale eyes unload crates from a gleaming airship, their arms straining […]. An official of the Moon pries one open […], revealing stacks upon stacks of coins. Stuivers: a dragon's hoard […], gleaming-new and marked with flint and steel. |
| 50-59 | A dirigible of familiar shape […] from London, in the colours of Mr Fires. Neddy Men loiter[…] unwilling to set foot on the leviathan's walkways. Dockhands unload rolls of whisper-satin and puzzle-damask. They Neddy Men leave quickly, and much richer for it. |
| 60-69 | A tiny dirigible – little more than a hot-air balloon, really – ejects a group of wide-eyed men[…]. Their faces are caked with rock-dust and blood. One clutches a dusty bone[…]. They speak French […] in hushed tones, and regard the port with supreme suspicion. |
| 70-79 | Smugglers tie half-anker casks of roof-drip together in closed loops. […] another smuggler […] hauls the casks up, one resting against their chest and another against their back, ropes across their shoulders […] They set off […], cargo snug against their person. |
| 80-89 | There is a great to-do as a battered dirigible is guided up the stalactite to a mooring-post far […] from the rest. Its gondola bulges strangely, hosting pale and fleshy protrusions. "Quarantine." The dockhand's face is grave. "'Cos of all the spores." |
| 90-100 | A soft thwip[…] An airship lists and founders[…] A Starved Woman holding a candle dismounts from a […] harpoon emplacement, and a sombre silence falls […] a red-faced and orphaned crew watch […] the Moon is replete with criminals. Trust here is fragile, and justice swift. |
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