From a deep sleep...

Martti wakes up as if into an ordinary day. He feels strangely old. But outside is a timeless sun, people doing their chores as usual.

Maybe I am just imagining the passage of time, he thinks.

Treasury shows 7.7 mil and a quick detour to a local market (the square in front of the Barbican old town gate, intended to be a carriage parking but has plenty of space for other activities still) shows everything has cheapened greatly overnight.

???

Carriages and jewels can be bought for 1 mil, IC prices are slashed to 1/10 of what they were, even the once-insurmountable price of a HM02B100 gold bar is quoted at 12 mil and rumor says it was 5 mil earlier "today" but the time still feels strange.

Pondering what this may mean, Baron Martti goes to his study, soon falling asleep but scheming future speculations even in his dreams.