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

I'm a pretty chill shop owner. I do n't move unless somebody talks to me. Sometimes there's a basket on my head, and then I lose some stuff, but it's cool. Everything just sort of comes back after a bit - I never leave the store but it's always stocked. So it's all fine. 
 Somebody comes into the shop. I swivel around to look at her while she looks through my stuff. She walks up to me and I feel a jolt so I ask: `` Hello, adventurer! What business do you have today?'' I point to a sign that says `` X Buy Y Sell.'' 
 She makes an X with her fingers and picks up a plain brown jar and brings it to me. `` Ah, that'll be thirty-five bits,'' I reply. I point to another sign that says: `` X Yes Y No.'' She makes another X with her fingers and stuffs the jar into her pack and walks out. I shout after her, `` Come back with your wares, goods, and money!'' And the door closes. 
 Some time later another adventurer walks in. This one is n't wearing any more clothing than a piece around his pelvis, but I do n't complain. As per usual I swivel back and forth, watching, while he peruses the shelves. Eventually he picks up a basket and brings it over. Suddenly - I do n't know what's going on, but I ca n't see anything. I feel a jolt and so I ask, `` Hello adventurer! How can I help you today?'' And point in the familiar direction of the sign: `` X Buy Y Sell.'' I feel him making a Y so I stop communicating. The world is still dark. I hear a bunch of things being thrown around and a lot of pocket-stuffing, and then the door closes. I continue to wait. I wonder what he's going to buy..? 
 I do n't know how long, but it is n't that long, until another person comes in. I still ca n't see anything until the darkness goes away - the world just sort of reappears and a basket falls off of my head onto the ground - but now there's somebody there. And they're looting my store! I feel angry! I start yelling, `` Adventurer! Adventurer! Pirate! Villain! Murderer! Call the guards!'' And I run at them with a sword in hand and start chopping madly. This is NOT okay. This person is BAD for stealing from me, and I feel that I must start chopping bits of them off from the rest of them. I do things like this when BAD people do BAD things to me. I am chopping and hitting at the person with the hard edge of the sword I have, while they stare at me and slowly nock an arrow and shoot it through my skull. I am dead. Death is deadliness. 
 
 I wake up. I remember vaguely meeting with a bad adventurer. That is, an adventurer which does bad things. I hope not to meet one again. I'm in my store again and I am standing, swiveling silently, waiting for this adventurer to make a purchase.
