Arad and Gerald approached Mira with the wheel, "Mira, do you have a moment?" Arad asked.
Mira turned around, putting her hammer on the bench, "Who's your guest," She asked, staring at them with a passive face.
"Gerald, a merchant that needs his wheel fixed," Arad replied, pointing at the wheel in Gerald's hand.
Mira sighed, "Look, I have fifty fences that need making." She pointed back at the pile of wood.
"You can't do it, young lady?" Gerald looked at Mira.
"I can, but that would delay Arad and the workers' job," Mira replied, "You have to get their permission first. Or compensate them. Get back to me then,"
"They have contracts to fulfill, and any wasted time is an extra cost to Arad and a wasted time they could be working in, I see," Gerald replied, "Should I just go talk to them,"
Mira shook her head, "Arad is already here. We only need that blockhead. Hey! Bob, come here for a moment,"
Bob started from the other side of the garden, "Did you call me?"