Along the road, you see a man approach carrying a large pannier on his back. With his every step, there’s an almighty banging and clanking, and from his hunched back, it is quite obvious that he is carrying around a heavy load. “Phex and all the others be with you!” he calls out to you, still quite a ways in the distance.
“Would you care to purchase a copper cauldron?
The price is just twelve silver crowns!”
I’m afraid you haven’t got the required 12 silver crowns.