[ WP ] In a world where people can buy and sell skills , you work at a skill pawn shop and someone is trying to pawn a skill that you ca n't value or appraise .

A simple pin was all it took. And a not quite as simple enchantment, that rips out a skill ( or set of them ) and whoever the pin is inserted into gets that skill. 
 
 The mages re-learned basic skills like minor fireball a 100 times to sell it to peasants and lords alike. 
 
 The blacksmiths showed even the dullest of squires how to properly maintain a sword perfectly with one little prick. 
 
 The princesses... Well. You get the idea. 
 
 I was simply a trader, I went from town to town, set up my stall and sold the skills around to whoever. I did n't buy often, but if it impressed me enough, I'd buy it from them - I had blank pins and I'd bought the skill to enchant them, and it did n't take long. 
 
 I was on tour, and a man walked up to my calmly smiling, holding a pin. He smugly put it down on my cart and gestured to it. 
 
 `` I guarantee you this is the most rare and yet weirdly useful skill you have ever seen. I only need to know if you have the money to buy it.'' 
 
 I raised an eyebrow at him and folded my arms. I'm not so easily conned. 
 
 `` Ah! You need a demonstration. Allow me!'' 
 
 He took the pin and jabbed himself with the skill. Immediately his face was painted white -with touches of black lines near the eyes- and his lips seemed to seal completely shut. 
 
 It was amusing. Whatever it was. So I humored him. Gesturing for him to go ahead with whatever it was he had planned. 
 
 Moving over to the side of my cart -an empty space- he wrapped his arms around the air and mimicked strain, trying to pick something up heavy. I'd seen the best comedian skills, but I could n't lie his foolishness made me laugh. 
 
 `` Imagining things that are n't there is rare, but in no way usefu- OWW!'' 
 
 He'd moved as if he'd dropped the heavy object by mistake, and IF there had been something there it would have fallen on my foot... and it bloody well felt like it had! I stepped back and kicked at whatever it was... only to find nothing there now. Yet the now mute man smugly leans against the apparently tall and heavy invisible object just fine. 
 
 I rubbed my foot and watched him, being able to manipulate reality was n't common, and was worth a good amount, but I decided to play it down as if I was n't impressed. 
 
 `` OK, not bad. But I've seen similar - what else can you do?'' 
 
 The man thought for a moment, then looked over to his shoulder and began to rub at it with a hand, then blow on it insistently -yet silently-, then flailed around as if on fire. I was bemused until he ran into a guard by'mistake' and the guard ACTUALLY burst into flame at which point the mime grabbed a bucket of water and poured it over his head, no steam or signs of burning on him, although the poor guard was not so lucky as he dived into the town well. 
 
 The man walked over with a grin and lied back mid-air, as if resting against a wall that was n't there for anyone but him. This was swiftly proved to be very real, as the guard emerging from the well threw a dagger at him - and it bounced off the invisible wall. 
 
 I took out my needle pouch and offered it to him -you could n't steal someones skills unwillingly unless you were a VERY powerful mage or trickster. He turned around and watched the guard fume for a minute and batter at the thin and invisible wall with his sword before storming off with indignity. After that taking the needle, jabbing himself and taking out a gasping breath and talked again. 
 
 `` From where I come from. I am known as a'Grand-Master Mime.''
