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

As soon as the door shut behind the adventurer I shouted for Estrat. 
 
 `` Another pail of grays, this should fill the barrel. Go get the stamp, then you can have the rest of the day off,'' I told him. He was a good kid, and I knew he was hoping to spend the evening with Evelan. 
 
 I looked through the rest of the stuff. There were a couple of items bound to the adventurer's soul, I put them in the crate I was planning to take by the enchanters later that day. 
 
 I took out the ledger and marked off the latest sales: 
 
 * 3 gold and 68 silver in soul-bound items 
 * 17 gold and 75 silver in `` greys'' 
 
 I could n't help but sigh. Everyone used the euphemism `` greys'' for junk. It was hard to believe the adventurers were fooled, but for some reason, this is how the Queen wanted to do things. She did n't want to just pay the adventurers a normal wage, so she'd set up this strange welfare program. 
 
 The plan went something like this: The adventurers packed their bags full of trash they found in the monster lairs. They hauled it back to their favourite member of the Merchant's Guild. We were supposed to pretend it this junk was worth something, to even haggle with them over it. Once we had a barrel's worth of greys we were to take barrels to the Queen's Grey Warden who'd weigh the barrels to be sure they met the minimum weight and if they did he'd give us a stamp. At the end of the month, we'd take our book of stamps to the treasurer who would give us 200 gold per stamp. 
 
 It all seemed pretty stupid to me. Why not just pay the adventurers a living wage and allow them to leave the junk in the dirty caves where they'd found it? If I were the king I'd -- 
 
 The shop's bell interrupted my musing. 
 
 `` Hey shopkeep, you would n't believe the number of singed feathers I found in that harpy lair. You're still buying those, right?'' asked the dread knight, dragging a canvas sack behind him. 
 
 `` Oh, yes sir!'' I exclaimed, drawing deep on my acting background to feign enthusiasm. `` I must warn you, good knight, if they're truly badly singed, I can only offer you 12 silver per feather.'' 

