TRILEMMA GAME

You sail uneventfully through the night and at dawn of the next day the boat crests and dips across the swells near the southern point of Birevia. At the second sunset the boat rocks into the harbor of Twosister, the major town of the island.

The captain and mates deftly dock. Dwatto, the more muscular mate, steps onto the pier with you and your crates. "I'll help with the luggage," he says boldly, "and make sure you don't get lost." The captain agrees. "We'll sleep on the boat," he says. "Dwatto, mind the passengers and get the cargo safe to sale." It's clear you'll be bird-dogged til you exchange the pigment for coin.

Dwatto stumbles under the crate he's carrying. "I thought you had the contact!" he exclaims. "I've never been here before."

The market is shutting down for the evening, it's around sunset after all. There are a few stalls still open: drink sellers, and a few sketchy-looking vendors wearing fine clothing, whose table displays consist of miscellaneous cheap trinkets. You can guess that what they actually sell is not displayed openly.