"Wait, I still have a Meat Ticket," Old White Hair said, quickly pulling out the ticket and holding it up. "It's good for a pound of meat!"
"We don't do exchanges here." The man pointed to an empty shop next door. "Go there to get your meat."
"Right, thank you!"
He walked out carrying his oats and hurried to the butcher shop next door.
The few blacksmiths behind Old White Hair also successfully traded for meat, sparking another round of amazed cries.
"I'm going to find the steward to exchange for grain tickets!"
'Exchange for grain tickets?' A thought struck Old White Hair. 'If I can really get more grain tickets at a cheap price, it's a guaranteed profit.'
He went with the others to find the steward but was told the steward had already gone to the inner fortress, which was guarded by Soldiers and inaccessible to them.
They would just have to wait until tomorrow to make the exchange.
Exhausted from a long day's work, the blacksmiths turned and headed home.
