The Merchant of Valinor by Tehta

Essë nuquerna (name reversed – so, ësse.)

Everything is gone: my cart, my bulk goods, the supplies I hoped to obtain, the ships we sailed on. Spirit of fire, they call their leader, but I name him spirit of wastefulness, for we could have used most of what he burnt, if not to sail further, then to construct our first dwellings.

Still, scarcity fosters demand, I tell myself, and demand can be very good for business. Even if all I have left is this single backpack full of spices, cosmetics, and mind-altering substances, that is more than most of the others possess; I can make this work.