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

`` It's tough business being the only good merchant between the free cities, and the mountains to the East. Adventurers come in either going to go dungeoneering, pioneering, or just plain exploring and are always requesting top-notch gear that ca n't really be supplied that often. Mostly because caravans rarely come out this far so most of my stock comes from returning adventurers. There was one time that this guy sells me an amazing, never dulling, MAGIC SWORD just mumbling something about'low dps, weak cleave dmg...' but I had to buy the damn thing because I knew it could turn a profit and...'' I babbled on. 
 
 `` Dude, I just need some harness rope, some spare arrows, and a better bomb bag. I really do n't need your life story'' said the adventurer in front of me. 
 
 As he left my wife came up and tried to comfort me. She cooed over me saying I was her'hero' but I knew she did n't mean it. I saw the way she swooned over every'Conan' or'Hercules' that wandered into my shop. Maybe I was just bitter. Maybe I had a right to be mad. Maybe I should stop talking to myself. 
 
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 The week trudged on until one day, a messenger bearing a royal decree appeared with a new doctrine. It read, `` Due to the swell in adventuring tourists, and potential market boom this could bring as valuables are brought from ruins: All shopkeepers MUST purchase anything made of precious metal that is determined to come from the mountains.'' 
 
 `` This is horrible,'' I said to the messenger, `` there is no way I want to buy thirty pots, pans, plates, and a couple rusty swords from some copy and paste, silent adventurer just because he shares'dragon blood' or something. I am already abused enough as a shop keep, why do I have to purchase all of these artifacts and ruins that I could never possibly sell! Plus, half of my valuable merchandise gets stolen by sneaktheives and sweet role stealers. So No! I refuse! I will travel to the king's castle, bang down his door, and demand that this law be removed. I wo n't buy another piece of crap from adventurers until they AT LEAST stop trying to put a bucket over my head to steal the stuff in front of me.'' 
 
 So I gathered up some supplies from my stock, grabbed that magic sword, and headed towards the king the next morning. 
 
 
 
 NOTE: First attempt at writing here, its prob not very good but I wanted to see what I can do. Honest constructive criticism would be gladly appreciated.
