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

`` Please, good sir, I'm going to pick it back up,'' 
 
 the hero said as he tried to pawn a cup. 
 
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 I will admit, the gold cup was quite nice, 
 
 but it was n't worth the man's asking price. 
 
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 He said he found it in some dark, doomy cave, 
 
 filled with foul demons he killed with a glaive. 
 
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 Stories do n't sell like you'd think that they would, 
 
 so running a business on tales is not good. 
 
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 `` You're asking too much,'' I said cautiously, 
 
 for the hero was much larger than me, 
 
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 and his glaive shined as it hung at his hip, 
 
 still flecked with black demon blood at each tip. 
 
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 `` You'll have to come down if you want me to buy,'' 
 
 I told him, as I saw despair in his eye. 
 
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 `` It's worth it! I took it from the demon horde 
 
 after slaying their great child-eating lord! 
 
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 Is n't that something? Do n't you want to help? 
 
 I do n't see you out there fighting, you whelp!'' 
 
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 His words stung me soundly, for what he said's true. 
 
 I entered the fray only once, and I flew. 
 
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 I'll bear the shame with me as long as I live, 
 
 so I decided to give incentive 
 
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 to keep up his fight, and strengthen his arm, 
 
 I'd accept the loss, though my business it'd harm, 
 
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 and so I gave him what he asked for the piece, 
 
 and hoped his crusade against darkness wo n't cease.
