The Amazing Trades of Giovanni

No man can sell water. It is a fault of mine, to always prove them wrong when they say a man can do only this or a man can do only that. But a merchant, he knows. He understands his customer. And once he understands, then anything! So. One hundred jugs I fill, I put in the cart, I swim in mud, across sand, I lose half my cargo to the sand serpents, Umbria take you. And after thirty-nine days I come to the Brimstone Hamlet. And I sell everything. Everything! How long it takes me? One day. Just water? No! It is home. I sell home. I sell the clear memory of a summer day. I sell the song of the brook by the big pine tree, where you read the poetry, eh? Home. And I, Giovanni, I will do it again! My water from Everfall. My Everwater.