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

Roland shifted uncomfortably in his small stall. Every morning he set up his shop waiting. He had a prime location the last village before Castle Doom. Lord Malevolent ruled the realm from Castle Doom, but it was said one day a hero would come to end Lord Malevolent ’ s reign. 
 
 A man in armor polished like mirrors walked into town. He listened thoughtfully to each village that approached him with their problems. Hell he even wrote down the details in a journal. Roland almost ran up to the hero to offer his wares, but he was a merchant. He would stand fast. The heroes came to him. 
 
 With confident stride the hero approach. Roland could tell the hero had seen much in his journey because his eyes were glassy and distant. Roland began to speak, “ Why hello stranger, my name is… ” The hero cut him off with a glance and an utterance, “ What do you have for sale? ” 
 
 Roland reach for his best items. Adamantine Mace of Frost, the hero muttered something about low dps and waved the item away. The hero point to his great sword, “ Nairn the Destroyer of Worlds, highest shadow damage known to the realm. ” 
 
 Roland offered Necklace of Regrets, “ Deals damage to those that hit you mighty hero. ” The hero shook his head in dissatisfaction. “ My necklace Atma ’ s Answer prevents fire and frost damage. What else? ” 
 
 Roland pulled a cloth off blackest armor covered with spikes. “ Prince Wizer ’ s Battle Regalia, made with blood magic it heal wearer with the blood of their enemies. ” The hero lifted the plate with ease examining it closer. “ Merchant, this enchantment does n't work on undead, constructs, or elementals. Had I of had this against the hordes of Argmog it would have been an easy victory. The Castle Doom is defended by undead and elementals. A shame such a plate would sit in your stall. ” The hero set down the plate armor and looked longingly as if he wanted the armor, but could n't justify it to himself. 
 
 “ Merchant, I will take ninety-nine health potion. ” said the Hero dropping a sack of gold onto the stall. Roland grabbed the crates of potions and placed them before the hero. With whatever magic adventurers use the hero deposited the potions into his bag leave behind the empty crates. The hero left without a goodbye or thank you. 
 
 Once he had left town Roland retrieved his scrying bowl from under his stall and filled it to the brim with water. With a simple incantation the bowl reveled Lord Malevolent whose looks were more monster than man with eye like molten lava and skin crackling with power. “ My Lord, ” said Roland, “ The hero approaches. ” 
 
 Lord Malevolent did speak, but his desire to know more creep into Roland ’ s mind anyways. 
 
 “ The hero did n't purchase the mace or the necklace. His sword is forged with shadow magic, and his neckless protects him from fire and frost. He knew the nature of your servents and declined the plate as well… What of my family my Lord? ” 
 
 Lord Malevolent sent Roland images of his families release. “ Thank for your mercy my Lord. My you be ever triumphant. ” 
 
 Lord Malevolent severed the magic connection which boiled the water and shattered the bowl. Roland scoped up his gold and went to seek his wife and kids. He hoped the gold would get them far from this place. He left the potent magic items as they were property of Lord Malevolent. 
 
 “ I'm sorry hero. Godspeed and mercy on you. ”
