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

It was a day like any other in our little village. I was standing outside my smithy, examining a severely notched sword I had bought the day before, in the hopes that I would be able to reforge it into something more valuable. The sound of a horse approaching in a furious gallop gave me pause in my work. Another Nilfgaardian soldier come to harass us? Or some poor soul who strayed off the road to take a shortcut through the woods, now fleeing the horrors therein? No, neither. The man I saw coming on the road to the village did not look like a man being pursued, but rather like a faraway traveller weary of the road. As he reached the first cots of the village he slowed his horse into a trot, looking around with interest. As he approached my smithy, I noticed two details that made my heart jump. First, the hilts of two swords strapped to his back. Second, the yellow, cat like eyes. A witcher. 
 
 
 This was the moment I had been waiting for. Never before had I seen a witcher pass through the village. I might never see one again. This was my chance. I ran up to the road, and caught the witcher ’ s eye. 
 
 “ Top notch swords! ” I exclaimed. 
 
 He stopped his horse in front of the smithy and dismounted. His hair was long and white, though his face didn ’ t seem old, and he was clad in a light armour, with a wolf emblem hanging around his neck. He looked me over for a moment, then spoke. 
 
 “ Let me have a look at your stock. ” 
 
 I nodded, then bolted into the smithy to gather everything I had for sale. I placed the items on a table before the witcher. At the front, I placed the two silver swords. 
 
 
 The swords had been in my holding ever since I inherited the smithy from my father 5 years ago. Who knows how long he had them before me. Witchers were the only people who used silver swords, and since they hardly ever appeared in these parts, the swords were not in high demand. I had thought about smelting them and selling the silver, but the loss in value would have been huge. So I had waited and waited, for this very thing to happen. 
 
 
 The witcher first looked over my supply of steel swords, but did not seem impressed. Then he turned his attention to the silver swords. He picked up the larger one, felt its weight, slashed through the air a couple of times. 
 
 “ I could use this ”, he said. “ How much is it? ” 
 
 I consulted my notebook. 
 
 “ 550 crowns, sir ”, I said. As I dealt little with silver swords, I was unsure if that was its right value for such a blade. My father had set the price, and I was afraid to lower it for fear of selling it far too cheap. 
 
 However, the witcher seemed to deem this a decent price, as he nodded and produced a purse. He counted up the money on the table, and my heart beat triumphantly as I collected the pile of coins, handed him the silver sword and noted the exchange in my book. He removed one of the swords from his back and replaced it with the new one. He then held up his old silver sword and looked at me. 
 
 “ How much would you give me for this? ” 
 
 I startled. Did I just get rid of one of the unsellable swords, just to receive another? Had it been any other man I might have laughed in his face, but witchers were dangerous. I took the sword in my hands, turning it over carefully. I had to make an offer. 
 
 “ Eh… 200, sir. ” 
 
 His eyes narrowed. “ That ’ s far less than it ’ s worth. I found this in a chest at the bottom of the sea. It ’ s a very special sword. ” 
 
 
 “ W-w-well sir ”, I stuttered, “ witcher gear is hard to sell, and… ” 
 
 He held up a hand to silence me. “ I understand. Then I will hold on to it. I know someone I think will give me a better price. ” 
 
 
 I could almost cry from happiness as I handed the sword back. However, the witcher was not finished. 
 
 “ I do have something else to sell you though. Don ’ t worry, ” he added, noting how I tensed, “ it ’ s not witcher gear. ” 
 
 I smiled relieved. “ Then I will be happy to purchase from you, sir ”, I said. 
 
 He strode over to his horse and removed one of the heavy saddlebags. 
 
 “ How much money do you have to spend? ” he asked. 
 
 I perked up. What kind of treasure did he carry, leading him to ask such a question? 
 
 “ 1,393 crowns as of right now, sir ” I replied, consulting my notebook. 
 
 “ Very good ”, he replied, upending the saddlebag over the table. Out tumbled pieces of wood, about two feet in length, with rusty nails run through them and thin leather straps wrapped around the would-be handles. Most of them were covered in dried blood. The witcher smiled. “ I believe that should be just about enough for 20 of these. ”
