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

Isabella picked at the rutted wood of the counter in front of her. Her door was wide open, and no patrons had come in today. She could see the sun setting over the stone walls of the city. It would be closing time soon. 
 Her wares were sparse, ancient maces and half rusted armor dotted the walls. The place wasn ’ t impressive, and Isabella didn ’ t really blame adventurers for not wanting to do business in this part of town. 
 
 Just as she was about to close her empty ledger, the sound of heavy footfalls came from the doorway. A woman stood in the once empty store. She was dressed head to toe in shiny armor, some of it, including some sort of sigil, was obscured by her thick burgundy cloak. 
 
 “ Ah! Welcome, buying or selling? ” Isabella asked in a friendly tone as the woman came closer to the counter without a word. She seemed to examine the wares the store had on offer before taking one more glance at the door. 
 
 “ Selling. You buy swords, correct? ” the woman ’ s voice was hoarse as it echoed out from under her hood. Isabella nodded, a smile still on her face. 
 
 “ Indeed. The more unique the better! ” 
 
 The woman seemed to shift, moving to pull something out of the sheath on her back, which was hidden by the cloak. 
 
 A glittering blade came into the dim light of the shop, and Isabella couldn ’ t help it when her eyes widened. 
 “ Is this…? ” She asked, obviously in awe as she reached to touch the gleaming thing. 
 
 
 The woman cut her off before she could speak. “ Please, don ’ t speak its name aloud… ” she urged in a hushed tone. Isabella merely nodded, understanding. 
 
 
 “ How much do you want for it? I don ’ t even know if I have enough gold on hand for what it ’ s worth. ” Isabella wanted this sword, more than anything in the world. 
 
 
 The hooded woman thought for a moment and looked around the shop for another moment. “ Give me what you have in gold, and I ’ ll take that… ” she pointed up on the wall to a multifaceted mace with a heavy handle. The thing was taller than Isabella by a foot, but the woman before her was large, and she had no doubt this woman could wield the giant thing easily. 
 
 
 Isabella excitedly nodded and opened the till. The woman left with the large mace slung over her shoulder and about 300 pieces of gold. The shopkeeper was over the moon, she shinned the new sword as she watched the lamps being lit out on the street. 
 
 Another set of steps made her whirl around. Another patron! 
 
 “ OH MY GOODNESS! Is that… { Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker ]? ” 

