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

I smiled as a wandering traveler broke my reverie and general finger-drumming, clanking his way into the shop with a sackful of goods to sell. 
 
 `` Welcome! Looking to sell, friend?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Indeed I am! I've many wondrous items that I think you'll appreciate, shopkeep,'' he replied. 
 
 The traveler lay his sack down upon the countertop with a heavy *thump*, accompanied by the scrape of metal-on-metal, and unfurled the sack with a little flourish. He set his hand upon the item furthest to his left and grinned. 
 
 `` This is the Razor Barb of Org-lak the Slayer, a mighty orc chieftain in the Higher Steppes. It has claimed the lives of many brave warriors, and is imbued with arcane magic, so as never to lose its edge!'' 
 
 `` Marvelous!'' I cried. `` Five gold pieces!'' 
 
 The traveler's face fell, and his jubilance was overcome by a brief look of incredulity. He cleared his throat, and move on to the next piece. 
 
 `` Perhaps this shall strike your fancy, then: the helmet of Ser Roderic the Brave, the most legendary knight in Warrior-King Rothac's retinue! You see, here, the gash borne by the axe of Medathu the Reviled, Scourge of the Seven Planes - and these singe marks from Rothornix, the Black Dragon. It is enchanted, much like the blade, to bestow unbridled courage to any man or woman that so dons it!'' 
 
 `` My goodness, what a find!'' I marveled, agape. `` Yes - yes, for this one, *eight* gold pieces, I think!'' 
 
 The traveler furrowed his brow, and it was clear that he felt slighted. 
 
 `` Okay - okay, perhaps another piece, good sir,'' he declared, laying his hand upon a hand-mirror. 
 
 `` The mirror of Princess Gwedelyn, fairest maiden in the kingdom! It is, perhaps, the most magically astounding artefact I've ever beheld with mine own eyes, shopkeep. Any man may look into its reflection and see before him the spirit of Gwedelyn herself, fair and wise, and call upon her favor at a moment's notice! You see, her lingering spirit has the power to -'' 
 
 `` Say no more, friend!'' I interrupted, beaming. `` *Three gold pieces* for this treasure!'' 
 
 The traveler slammed the mirror down on the countertop, nearly breaking it. He picked up his final piece, a grand longsword, into the hilt of which was carved an ornate, roaring griffon of gold, its haft encrusted with shimmering jewels. A faint blue aura permeated the blade, illuminating the dark and dusty room around us. A faint choir of heavenly voices could be heard in its presence. 
 
 `` Right,'' he said, an undercurrent of annoyance in his voice. `` This one, then. King Redwayne's longsword, used to slay Vedern the Usurper, darkest wizard in all the land. Any man that holds this sword in his possession is a nigh undefeatable warrior, destined to become the crowned monarch himself.'' 
 
 He peered at me expectantly, waving the sword around a little bit. 
 
 `` Hm,'' I pondered, tapping my chin. `` Sorry, not interested in that one.'' 
 
 With an agonized shout, he rolled his sack back up and blundered out of the shop, swearing. 
 
 `` Ah, certainly is a bull market,'' I murmured fondly.
