The Wheel Sunk in Mud and the Fifteen Gold Coin Grace Period

Five gold coins. That is the latest price of that blue stone necklace, as determined by our appraisal department.

That bastard Olba, with a smug smirk on his face, verbally notified me that the deadline for the down payment on the registry of the Shelf of Awakening has been moved up to the end of this month. The end of this month? How many days do you think I have left?
My mind went completely blank, and as I tried to pack up my things, the right wheel of my cart snapped right off from the root. A nasty crack sounded, like the sound of my entire livelihood sinking into the mud. In the cold wind of the back alley, I am completely stranded. I can't move an inch.

Ask Garon for help? I can't. Just hearing the rumor that he lost the warehouse keys makes my heart freeze. I don't want to believe that the meddlesome old man might not be able to move like he used to.

Can't someone buy this wheel stuck in the mud, call it an awakened relic, and pay a high price for it?
Fifteen gold coins. If only I had that much, I could get that shelf back.