[ WP ] You run an RPG pawn shop . You haggle with adventurers who try to sell loot they 've acquired .

Another mundane day goes by and I start to think of what to do at night. The business is n't going as stellar lately thanks to the tension between the empires. There has been news about the city patrol gone missing at nearby village. Luckily nothing major happens so far. Sometimes I wonder if I should have stayed behind the wall and do the business. While war means profit for some merchant, it is definitely not the case for a pawn shop like mine. 
 
 The doorbell rings and interrupts my train of thought. I put on my usual business face until I realize who he is. 
 
 `` Argh! Not you again Colt.'' I look at the warrior with disappointment. 
 
 `` It is good to see you. How is the business doing?'' 
 
 `` Not bad, until you come in.'' I raise my eyebrow when I see the big bag on Colt's back, `` Do n't tell me...'' 
 
 `` Relax, this time I got something real nice for you. I am sure you will find them valuable.'' Colt puts his bag on the floor with all his strength, `` You know, at the time of war, staff like this is going to spike in price. Soon enough you will be swimming in all the fortune and...'' 
 
 `` Cut that, Colt. You never learn, right?'' I step out of my counter and look at his bag, taking a sword out of it and examine it with one of my eyes closed. 
 
 `` Ah! That is the sword I found in the ruin a few days ago. Some bandit took camp there. They said it is made by...'' 
 
 `` The master swordsmith? Yep, totally. All 87 of the swords in the bag are made by THAT master swordsmith. Am I right?'' 
 
 `` How do you know that? I never know you are an expert on the topic of sword.'' Colt's face is full of excitement. 
 
 `` And my 16 year old niece can make one better than all of them. It does not take an expert to know these swords are just crap.'' 
 
 `` Well... I do, however, have something that you may find interesting.'' Colt dives back into his bag until I stop him in the track. 
 
 `` A few sets of broken armor, some dozens of stinky boots, probably several maces and axes...'' I speak without looking at the bag, `` Seriously, why you always have to do this to me. I am sick of buying your junks. They do n't even sell!'' 
 
 `` But I spend so much time looting them from the roads and camps! Can not you be more considerate about the hard work I have spent gathering them?'' Colt looks at me with his teary eyes. Not this again I say to myself. 
 
 `` This is why I hate adventurers... Fine. I will take them. Put them on the scale.'' 
 
 `` A... what?'' 
 
 `` Put them on the scale, damn it.'' I look at him with my hands crossed, `` You do n't expect me to price them one by one, right?'' 
 
 `` But... but...'' 
 
 `` Either that or no deal. Seriously, I am already taking a big risk of buying all these crap from you.'' 
 
 `` Sigh... Fine.'' Colt puts the bag on the scale and nearly breaks it. I give him a silver and some copper. He nods and smiles like an idiot. Maybe I should have paid less in the first place. But his reaction is always the best to lighten my day. 
 
 Colt leaves the shop while rumbling about the new sword he plans to buy. Meanwhile I put the closed sign on the door and start the treasure dive. I hope I could find one thing that can sell more than five copper.
