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

It was early in the morning on that mid summer's eve day. I will always remember that day when the sun shone over the mindless singing birds and men alike. It was one of those days when you're tired even before you have done anything, when you begin to question the meaning of it all. It was on that day that the hooded man entered my shop. There is n't much to say about him for he had been clothed from head to feet in a brown rugged cloak with patches of leather attached to where I suppose he had been struck on the many adventures that he had experienced. His face was non-existent, covered in shadow and mud. From within the darkness emerged a deep, rugged voice: 
 《Hello, my name is HoodLife677, I would like to sell you some equipment I have stol... ehm I mean scavenged from the outer world, if you would have it of course 》. 
 I replied: 《Well of course, if it is treasures that you bear then I have coin to spare》. 
 《Very well》, said the hooded man as he lay at my desk a very old sword on my desk. It looked rather ancient and have quite a value. However it did seem rather familiar... 
 《This sword looks awfully familiar》, I said trying to remember where I had seen it. 
 《Well of course it looks familiar》said the hooded man with an escalating tone. 《It is the sword of the vampire king Sindowl, it is said that this sword feeds on his victim's blood to rejuvenate it's bearer and one who equips this sword becomes practically invincible》. 
 Being the easily influencible kid that I was back in the day, I bought right into his story. 
 《I must have it》, I said almost screaming at the man, 《Name your price sir》. 
 《This sword ia rather precious, you must understand, if I am willing to sell it, it is because I am in desperate need of the money, otherwise I would never part with it》, said the man trying to barter for a good price. 
 《I will give you 500 gold coins for it》, I said. 
 《Then the sword is yours》, said the hooded man. 
 And I gave him his 500 gold coins and he went away without another word. I took the sword and proceded to place it on a stand in the antique weaponry section. It is only when I got there that I realised where I had seen the sword before; it was part of my antique sword pieces collection to begin with. The hooded man had sold me a sword which belonged to me in the first place...
