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

First day open for business! After years of saving up and working as a blacksmith apprentice, I have finally been able to open my own armors and weapons shop. Ever since I was a young boy, I have heard so many grand stories of heroes and adventurers from travelling merchants, now finally I too can become a stop on their story. As my gaze swept the room one final time, it lingered on each piece of equipment on display. Each sword, dagger, plate, and everything in between I made with my own hands. I still had much to learn but many long nights were spent toiling away at each piece, sharpening to my utmost ability, pounding away with all my might. Adventurers will be able to rely on me, my creations will lead them through danger and hell. I inhaled the smell of fresh wood and polished metal lingering in the room and settled down behind the counter. 
 
 The door slammed open drowning out the little bell that rang feebly in comparison. A lean tall man strolled in and judging by his armor he was a knight, and a magnificent one. His armor was gleaming a deep onyx black with sharp horns and jagged edges along the greaves and gauntlets. His helm in the crook of his hand was sinister with what looked to be dragon horns decorating it. There was a faint violet glow surrounding him pulsating with wisps of light flickering off. A magic set. With him was a large leather sack bulging to the brim with items carried easily over his shoulder. He glanced at my wares with what could only be a deep look of distaste and boredom before coming in front of me. 
 
 “ What town is this shop keep? ” 
 
 “ This is the village of Dalry along the Whispering Rill. How can I help you today sir knight? ” 
 
 The knight sighed audibly before pulling out his map, ignoring the question. He scanned the map for a moment before putting it away. 
 
 “ Last time I get black-out drunk without teleportation stones. Tell me, do you know the way to Torpin Fortress? ” 
 
 “ Ah, you are a long ways off your course. It would be a 4 days walk north past The Granite Chasm. I must warn you, the warlock that- “ 
 
 “ Yeah yeah, terrible power this, forbidden magic that. ” 
 
 He brushed off my heed with a gesture and swung his bag down with a crash on the counter. Out spilled brilliant gems, swords, and heads of magnificent beasts. I have never seen such rare items before. Strangely enough there were large amounts of rusty silverware and plates present too. 
 
 “ How much can you give me for this? ” 
 
 “ Sir knight I must apologize, my shop is still fairly new. I have but 100 gold to my name and could not possibly- “ 
 
 “ I ’ ll take it. ” 
 
 “ Wait wha- “ 
 
 The knight casually shoved the bag towards me causing it to spill its ’ contents all over the floor behind the counter. I hesitantly opened my drawer and gathered up all the coins I had left. He snatched them from my hands and dropped them into his bulging coin pouch where I could see glimpses of platinum. 
 
 SLAM 
 
 He was gone as fast as he came. There I stood dumb-founded before slowly cleaning up. I had gotten an incredible deal and would be able to make a fortune on what he brought in. Yet I was not filled with joy. I had dreamt of the kind of encounters I would have, the kind of people I would meet. But for that adventurer I was not even a person. My wares did not gleam as brightly as first thought. Looking at them again, I could see minor chipped edges, dull tips, and imperfections in my work. Perhaps it was still too soon for me to think I could provide anything useful at all. The tinkling of the bell caught me by surprise and I looked up abruptly. 
 
 A young boy was peeking in through the door. When he caught my gaze, he slowly walked in and stood reservedly at the front. Clutched tightly in his hand was a slip of paper, what looked to be from the town ’ s notice board. He started to speak but was stumbling over his words before taking a deep breath and exhale. He stood up straight and puffed out his chest with a determined look in his eyes. 
 
 “ The tailor has given me a task to kill rats. I am in need of a weapon, shop keep! ” 
 
 A smile came to my lips as I walked over to him. We always did have a bit of an infestation problem to the west of our village, and it always drove that old tailor crazy. I knelt down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. He was thin but had the muscles of a farmer. His dirty blonde hair was cut short, and freckles dotted his face molded in an expression of feigned bravado. 
 
 “ Of course young adventurer. What can I get you? ” 
 
 His expression changed to that of doubt and nervousness. He pulled out a few silver pieces and laid them out on a palm for me to see not wanting to meet my gaze any longer. 
 
 “ I do not have much… but I promise you I will pay you back ten-fold when I become a hero! ” 
 
 His eyes filled with fire and determination though his trembling mouth gave him away. I took the silver pieces from his hands and stood up. Walking over to the nearest dagger, I took it off the pegs which I admit was not my best work. His eyes widened, filled with awe, as I brought it closer for him to hold. 
 
 “ Come traveler, let me show you my wares. ” 
 
 
 

