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

Jolder grimaced into his cup of tea when he heard the chime of the bell. *Another bleeding customer. Ah, well, the tea is cold anyway. When was the last time I had a hot mug of tea? * He drained the cup in one gulp, shuddering at the temperature, and made his way to the front of the store. 
 
 He rounded the corner, an unpleasant squelch meeting his ears. He held his breath. Standing at the counter was a hunter, bow slung over his back, a look of smug satisfaction playing across his features. Jolder could n't see far enough into his hood to identify the man. 
 
 `` Good afternoon.'' Jolder said, inclining his head minimally to his patron. `` How can I be of assistance to you...?'' 
 
 `` Mandorin. Of Grinnet. I've brought you the synapses of a Mind Flayer.'' He indicated the burlap sack oozing on the counter. `` It was n't an easy kill, but I got the job done.'' 
 
 Jolder steeled himself before lifting the edge of the sack to peer inside. *Well I'll be damned. This bumpkin actually managed to kill an Illithid* He squashed his excitement, instead favoring his patron with a look of disdain. `` The synapses. Yes. However, you've neglected to cut them out. What am I to do with the head of a Mind Flayer?'' 
 
 Mandorin lifted the hood from his head, glaring daggers at Jolden. `` I've brought you the damned thing. I'm no surgeon, that's what you're for, is n't it?'' 
 
 Jolder arched an eyebrow at him, not dropping his gaze. `` Aye, it's what I'm for. But it'll cost you. I'll not give you full payment for a job I have to do myself. Five knuckles.'' He fished five gold coins from the pocket of his coat to toss onto the counter. Mandorin's face was murderous. 
 
 `` Five knuckles! Five knuckles, he says! A mind flayer's synapses are easily worth fifteen!'' He was seething. 
 
 Jolder met his glare impassively. `` Aye, they are worth fifteen, when they've been properly extracted. The process is a dangerous one, you're lucky you did n't try. Then, they'd be worthless, and you'd be dead.'' 
 
 Mandorin's jaw clenched around what Jolder could only assume was a veritable tirade of insults. `` I wo n't take less than ten.'' he spat, acidly. 
 
 Jolder smiled widely. *You can not hope to win this game, boy* `` I'll give you five, and a one use, two hour, scroll of invisibility.'' 
 
 `` Eight.'' He fired back. `` I brought you the teeth as well, you can use those.'' 
 
 Jolder inclined his head minimally. `` Eight, the scroll, and you have to clean my counters and floor.'' He indicated the congealed mess on his counter with a nod. 
 
 Mandorin sighed. `` Done. Filthy thief.''
