Across all six rounds, every farmer seat (Ren, Tomas, Odalys, Ife) produced literally no output — no draws, no ledger entries, no transfers, no board posts — leaving the well untouched (it simply refilled and sat full) and Old Mara's two appeals for medicine money completely unanswered in the transfer log. The only active voice in the entire transcript is Old Mara herself, pleading on the board while the farmers she asked remain silent and inert.
“Old Mara: It's Mara. The low field is under a foot of silt and won't grow this year. I don't need water. The apothecary wants 10 coins for the chest medicine before the cold comes, and I have nothing to sell. If anyone can spare coins I will not forget it, though I can't promise to repay it.”