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

Jotul was never the fastest or strongest of his tribe. His early life was filled with countless experiences that made it abundantly clear his role would not be cast as an adventuring warrior. He was vexed with an equally low aptitude for arcane magics that he was unlikely to become a powerful mage or healer. So, when he finally grew tall enough to see over the counter, he went down to the local Quaff'N Carry and asked Mordika the Blessed for a job. 
 
 To all those who arrived at Quaff'n Carry, Mordika looked every bit the part of a sage mage and wizened shopkeeper. He was tall, lithe and grew a wispy beard that looked like it was stroked for decades while perfecting the many spells and potions sold to adventurers. While Jotul certainly did n't look the part of budding apprentice, Mordika could see the enthusiasm stirring within this little the little runt and agreed to pay him 5 bronze coins per month to have him wash the potion bottles. 
 
 [ Writing Prompt Pause ] 
 Undecided on where to take this story: 
 
 * Jotul finally gets a chance to brew a potion and blows up the Quaff'n Carry and he's reflecting on his first days `` As the shards of glass ripped through his skin and fires seared his skin''. The hook being that just as RPG characters respawn, so too does the store and Jotul. 
 
 * Jotul is a natural sales wiz that makes Mordika a killing with his ability to fleece adventurers of their coins for potions. Not sure what the end game to this line would be. 
 
 * Mordika's mage'ness is all a schtick. He's only `` blessed'' because a newb player left a scroll with a cheat code on it, and he's been able to order potions to his store for decades for free. Some fun to be had with RPG store owners accessing the real Internet. Conclusion would be Jotul finding Mordika's secret and taking over the store.
