A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
She does, like, tell them what it's for, she appreciates them being backstops for the orderliness of the market.
"I benefited from something they did which I think they deserve to be paid for doing."
"They did, yes. Back home I lived off people paying me because they liked things I already did."
"No, but I hope that if anything like this comes up again they'll remember that I want to be on friendly terms with them and they'll be more interested in helping me."
"You can give people money for their food." Possibly Pelape was not aware of this, somehow.
"Yes, but I'm getting food for my work at Elysium, I don't need to buy it here."
Eefa thinks about this for a bit and concludes that it makes sense as a way for other people to be.
"Okay."
"We should check the request box and see if anyone specifically wants me." It turns out that two people who are positioned near each other have both submitted notices to the box asking for stalls that are far apart next time, which would be easy if one of them hadn't done this with four other people in the past. Their stall locations are written on their requests and so Laithan swings by to figure out if there's anything better to be done.