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

“ So what do we have today Mic? ” The shopkeep asked. His full name was Micky Meat Fists, but these adventurers were coming up with crazier names every day and he didn ’ t have time to remember them all. What happened to the good old days when they had names like: Grey Beard, DragonSlayer88, and PoonDestroyer1. He was fine with his lot in life. To run his shop and barter and trade with the comers and goers of the realm and he actually prided himself on that. Mic, however, was the bane of his existence. He hated this chunky twat. Mic was a noob who fought bores in the forest all day to level up, being afraid of raiding and questing hurt his experience, but also his bravado. Mic always had trash items and he thought his charisma was higher than it was. Always trying to haggle or barter and convince him that his items deserved more than their merit. The shopkeep himself boasted perfect stats in all all trait unrelated to combat and even his combative skills out matched most that visited his outpost. 
 
 “ Well, ” Mic said unloading his backpack on the counter, “ We ’ ve got some armor. ” 
 
 “ Mic, that ’ s cloth. ” 
 
 “ Still armor, ” Mic smiled. “ Then I ’ ve got some boots, and daggers and some, ” He was sifting through the pile trying to find something more he had to off. “ Welp, this looks to be it. 
 
 The shopkeep mulled through all of this ‘ loot ’ and tallied the figures up in his head. “ I can give you 15 for the whole lot. ” 
 
 “ 30, ” Mic countered. 
 
 “ 15, Mic, ” He replied. Real players will be coming through soon and I don ’ t have time for this today. 
 
 “ Oh, wait! ” Mic exclaimed as he dug around in his pocket. He produce a rock darker than night itself fastened to a small polished silver band. “ What about this? Found it on a wounded wizard when I looted his body. ” 
 
 “ You looted a wounded player? Mic, you never cease to… ” He trailed off as the realization of what Mic was holding dawned on him. That ring belonged to Shazerokk the Infallible, the most power Wizard in the realm. This ring was said to hold immeasurable power and that the wielder would be nigh invincible. He thought for a moment before he countered. If he seemed to excited Mic would ask for the world. 
 
 “ So? ” Mic tapped the ring against the counter top. 
 
 “ I can offer you the Anzironian Hammer of Power for it, ” The shopkeep replied. 
 Mic ’ s eyes widened with excitement, “ Deal! Oh wow, an Anzironian Hammer of Power. Bye bye boars, helllllooooo trolls! ” He handed over the ring and took the hammer. “ This is your prized possession. Why give it it up for this silly little rock? ” 
 
 “ You nave, ” He said. “ You have no idea the power this ring possesses. ” He put on the ring and stretched out his fingers to try and cast a curse on Mic. He was not a Wizard by nature, but the ring didn ’ t concern itself with such trivial matters. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. “ What the? ” 
 
 “ Welp, see ya later, ” Mic said as he headed for the door. 
 
 “ Wait! Come back with my hammer! ” 
 
 “ You mean my hammer? Nah, think I ’ ll keep it. You can keep all the other loot and your money though. ” And Mic was gone. 
 
 The shopkeep stared at this rare weapon on his finger and could not understand why it had not worked. Then the rock tumbled from the band and fell to the ground. He picked it up and examined it, it was just a rock. Why had he not examined it with his own hands first!? What a noob move! The door opened and the next traveler came in and his soul sank a little. Today was going to be a long day. 
 
 Mic ran into the woods where Shazerokk was waiting for him. 
 
 “ Did it work? ” The wizard asked. 
 
 “ Yep. Just like you said. He didn ’ t try and look at it first or anything! ” Mic ’ s heart was racing. “ Why ’ d you help me? ” 
 
 “ Just bored I guess, ” Shazerokk replied. And with a flourish of his cape he vanished with a small pop. 
 
 Mic shrugged his shoulders, tossed his hammer over his shoulder, and began the long hike into the mountains. He had some trolls to smash. 

