Flodbyn

The market at Flodbyn does not require shared language. You bring what you have. You put it on the stone shelf — river fish, dried or fresh; Earth metal salvage in pieces; Spinolandet shell-plates, cleaned and sorted by thickness. The Pandor merchant on the other side looks at what you brought. They consider. They put something next to it. You consider. You either take it or you don't. No one haggles with words; adjustment is made by adding or subtracting from either pile until both sides stop.

The settlement itself is built at the river mouth where the delta begins to spread. Half the structures are above water on stilts; half float. Water magic runs through the infrastructure the way electricity used to run through Earth buildings — you can feel a low hum through the wooden floors on calm days. Children fish from the walkways without supervision. The catch is good. The Dry has not reached the river here yet.

Most traders leave with more than they arrived with. It is not generosity — the Pandor know value precisely. It is that they are counting in a longer currency.

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