Editing The Flow of Commerce

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|ID = 360242
|Icon = sack.png
|Description summary = The first paragraph varies based on the city's {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=Style}}, while the rest of the description varies depending on whether or not you minted a {{IL|Story-backed currency}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Condition alias = Style|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value First City = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. It's not easy going: the streets zig and zag, and he is constantly having to circle around some bit of Second City statuary. Their diorite faces regard him without sympathy.
|Value Bethlehem = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. With every step, tendrils come up from between the cobblestones and wrap around his feet and tangle his wheels. He spends half his time swearing and kicking them away.
|Value School of Beatrice = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. The streets are not designed for the likes of him; where there are ramps, they're meant for push-chairs, not for commerce. If anything, they might be getting steeper just to spite him.
|Value Porous = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. The buildings sigh as he goes past.
|Value Ivory = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. The walkways and plazas are broad enough to accommodate him, but they mean he has to go quite a long way from one potential sale to the next.
|Value Attenuated = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. The streets are not designed for the likes of him; all the streets are a bit too narrow and the turns too angular.
|Value Remembered<br>True Beatrice = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. The streets are not designed for the likes of him; where there are ramps, they're meant for push-chairs, not for commerce.
|Value Celestial = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. There are poles everywhere, supporting awnings against a non-existent sunlight. It is possible they are going to extra effort to block his way.
|Value Auroral = A Feverish Relicker struggles [...] The pale, shifting lights confuse him: in fact, they seem to be misleading him intentionally, swapping colours so that he thinks he is turning down a fresh street but in fact is circling the same three houses.
|Value Nocturnal = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. It is easy to get lost in a city without lights, and his wheels bump and jitter on the textured paving stones.
|Value Bazaarine = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. Gargoyles misdirect him; an imp gives him inaccurate directions to the centre of town.
|Value Mycologene<br>Terpsichorean<br>Heliconian<br>Cartographical = {{FontFate}}
|Value Cenotaphic = A Feverish Relicker struggles with his cart. It's not easy going, and he keeps accidentally heading along uninhabited tomb-streets.
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{{Variant table|Condition = Story-backed currency|Condition alias = Story-backed|Effect = Description|Compact = yes
|Value 0 = [...] Out here, he's diversified his business [...] He's distributing what would be contraband in a more regulated city: absinthe, gin, honey from questionable bees. In exchange, he's gathering stories of love lost or sacrificed in the founding of the city.
|Value 1 = His cart is piled high with books, each one [...] bound in a different colour. They are tales scraped from the skin of the Bazaar [...]

No one said that those stories had to be translated and delivered to the population [...] The Masters must have added that twist.
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|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Hinterland Prosperity|6000}}, {{Unlock|Habituated to the Hinterland}}, {{Unlock|Exploration of a Hinterland City|80}}
|Locked with = {{Lock|The City Waning|8}}
|location = The City of the Tracklayers
|Frequency = Frequent Frequency
|Discardable = no
|Option1 = Overhear a story in the telling
|Option2 = Help yourself to one of the stories he isn't watching
|Option3 = Censor incendiary imports
|Option4 = Establish a book club
|Option5 = Convert a few tales into a safer form of art
|Option6 = Fish out a curious volume
|Option7 = Recognise the tattered legacy of Mr Cups
|Option8 = Recognise the clawed grasp of Mr Cups
|Option9 = Contemplate what would be happening if Mr Cups yet lived
|Option10 = Accept delivery of a letter to yourself
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