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

Considering the MC I have for this year's NaNoWriMo is basically going to do this as his starting job? Thanks for this prompt. 
 
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 The man looked at the'Clean Sweep Magical Supplies and Sundries,' sign as he gathered up his bags. Fairview was n't much of a town, one of those jerkwater towns that sprang up because water magi lived here and farmers brought in enough goods to add another car load or two of goods to Jackdaw. 
 
 Behind the front counter sat a man with mismatched blue and green eyes thumbing through a notebook. This man perked at the sound of the door chime but said nothing til the newcomer started setting pouches and bags haphazardly over the main counter. 
 
 `` Selling, Trading... donating?'' The man at the counter asked with a small grin, knowing nobody would ever flat out donate, but given half of his customers were regulars that had this or that they needed to put in hock he wanted to try a little humor to help ease hard times. 
 
 The man with the pouches grunted, `` Look I just came from Star City and the schedule says train comes through in a couple hours.'' 
 
 The man behind the counter nodded as comprehension dawned. `` Dangerous place, you the only one in your party?'' 
 
 `` Mort and Wren are at Doc's so I kinda want to try dumping excess before they get out.'' The look on the man's face did not match the attempted lightness of his words as his hands worked the catches and pull-strings of the pouches. `` I'd heard it was bad, but to think what's there is just the dregs.'' He drew in a deep breath before pulling items, none large and all a variety with no rhyme or reason to the untrained observer. 
 
 The man at the counter nodded and lightly touched each with practiced fingertips, sending small threads of power through to see if each object resonated or not. Those that resonated went in a pile all their own while the rest were kept spread in front of him. `` Let's start with the non-magical.'' 
 
 The other man nodded, then frowned as the shop owner promptly brought out a wicker basket and started throwing all of the apparently non-magical items in. `` I do n't deal in non-magical, and most of these look either decorative, or,'' He held up a flat rectangle slightly larger than his hand and unfolded it, `` And this? I have no idea how to price this. It's valuable, but it's pre-war technology. I'd give you maybe, MAYBE, fifty for the whole basket and if you took it all North you'd find several curio shops that'd pay that just for this thing here.'' He folded the rectangular thing back up and put it in the basket. 
 
 `` But I need more than that,'' The customer started before a hand was held up. 
 
 `` Let's go through the magical now,'' The man behind the counter was far more careful with each of these before muttering to himself'junk,''Junk,''Interesting,' He then paused at a midnight blue book and swallowed. `` This is Necromancy.'' 
 
 The man's shoulders slumped, his haul that left friends injured would n't cover the cost of getting patched up, and now he's being told some of it was flat out illegal. 
 
 `` I'll pay three hundred for the book,'' Wait what? The man blinked at the words, this was not how bad rolls tended to go. What was going on here? `` Do n't worry I'm not someone that can use this or even have any interest even if I could, but there's a bounty program going on. So I'll give you three for the book. Fifty for the non-magicals since it'll take me time to find buyers through town for any of it, and most likely I'll just send someone with a load up north on next week's train.'' 
 
 Then the store owner held up a tiny tiny set of armor that was missing several pieces. `` My mail pixie would love this so three hundred even though it's incomplete.'' 
 
 He then gestured to the other magical gear, `` And I do n't have enough in the til today to cover the rest of this, but that'll give you eight hundred easy up north.'' He pulled a page out of his notebook and wrote down a name and address. `` This is a friend of mine that deals in generalist salvage and specializes in Star City's oddities. Tell them Marrik sent you and you should get ten percent off on that visit.'' 
 
 The man was barely aware of the paperwork he signed, the money changing hands, and the other mudnanities that happened. What looked like a bust turned into not just coming out ahead, but also doubling their current profit when they get back home, and a new contact for their next dive. 
 
 As he counted his money he looked at the shop owner, `` Thank you...'' 
 
 `` Not at all,'' The man smiled while putting the illegal book in a wall safe, `` It's my job. Now get going, you've got a train to catch.''
