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

Hi there! Have n't really been submitting anything with this account, but just had an urge to start for some reason. So, here's my first response! 
 
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 I think I lived a rather good life in the Market District. There was never a shortage of business, that's for sure; people got off the boats in the Port District and made their way through the markets to get to the rest of the city. A rather genius move on the King's part, I'd say. 
 
 Days came and went in the blink of an eye. One day, I'd be buying some piece of garbage from a sailor in port; the next, I'd be selling a `` Treasured Charm'' to some hapless tourist. `` It'll increase your Luck!'' I'd say. Poor bastards. 
 
 I had a good business model going; old sails could become `` Legendary Mage Robes'' with a little bit of sewing. A broken dagger became `` the Shattered Blade of Aelinmiley'' after a can of shiny spray paint and the promise that it could be restored by a non-existent blacksmith in some mountain to the west. But I'd never had anyone come up to me with actual treasure to sell. Well, no one with the exception of *him*. 
 
 He stumbled into the market from the port's Gate of Fass Ter-Avel. He did n't exactly stand out: he was wearing those rags they give out to the people who fall out of the sky over on Beachcastle Isle. Rather then go over to a proper armoursmith or tailor, he stumbled over to my little shop. 
 
 `` Hello, sir! Can I interest you in-'' 
 
 `` Skip. I have things to sell.'' 
 
 `` Certainly! What do you have for me?'' 
 
 The damn sword nearly broke my table when he dropped it. I do n't know how much it weighed, but it left a nice imprint on my imported Korian desk. It gleamed brilliantly despite the overcast sky, and had some kind of gemstone embedded in it's hilt. Oh, and did I mention it was covered in flames? 
 
 After I put out the fire in my shop, I got out my handy Inspection skill. As a rule of thumb, I never bought any goods over 100 gold pieces. In my time, I'd been offered ancient crowns, priceless jewels, and the occasional possessed coffee mug. Nothing ever went above 10,000 gold. *The sword's value had 8 zeroes after it. * 
 
 It would bankrupt me, that's all there was to it. But if this man had the Strength to carry this monstrosity into my shop, I probably would n't live to see the town guards get his attention. I decided to feign ignorance. `` I-I'm sorry, sir,'' I told him, `` but you ca n't sell Neomian goods in this shop. You'll have to go to the local Mage's Shop.'' I was knowingly throwing Dave under the carriage, but what else could I do? I gave the god-sword back to him. 
 
 `` I have things to sell.'' the oaf repeated. 
 
 `` I ca n't purchase this off of you, sir. You'll have to-'' 
 
 `` Skip. I have things to sell.'' 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but-'' 
 
 `` Goodbye.'' 
 
 > ill distract him you do your thing 
 
 The oaf stepped aside as another adventurer waltzed into my shop, this one in a more respectable set of Iron Armour. I felt compelled to greet him. `` Welcome to Ieyr's General Store!'' I began, helplessly. But this adventurer, he just stood there, staring. I had no choice but to stare back. The minutes marched by as a stared into the dark, featureless eyeholes of his helmet. 
 
 > got it lets go 
 
 The oaf and the adventurer ran off. `` Whatever,'' I thought to myself. `` I've seen stranger things happen.'' I checked my ledger in the back room. `` Like that fishman who came in asking for fresh fish.'' I marked off the oaf as an incomplete sale. `` Like those fifty adventurers who crushed into the store.'' I took out my key and opened the lockbox. `` Like that fairy who came in demanding fairy du-'' 
 
 The box was empty. All of my savings, all of my profits, gone. 
 
 > lol the ai suck 
 
 I just sold potions after that.
