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

`` Fed up, I say!'' Garfel slammed his half-full tankard of ale onto the counter, splashing a small amount of sud onto his hand. His scowl made the subtle transition into a frown as he loosened his grip on the tall tankard to wipe the liquid onto his breeches. `` We ca n't take any more. We *won't* take any more. The damn things have n't been attended to proper like anyhow, an' all they're good fer is collectin' flies.'' 
 
 Tarnyp grunted her feigned approval before swooping in to dry the counter with an old raggedy cloth. 
 
 `` Coral! *Cahrrrrrel*! Where ya at, girl?'' Garfel growled over his shoulder towards the back room. 
 
 `` She's sortin' teeth, like you to asked her to,'' Tarnyp reminded him. 
 
 `` Eh,'' a look of confusion grew from Garfel's chin to his forehead. `` Oh, right. Thank ye, Turnip.'' 
 
 Tarnyp rolled her eyes as she tossed the dirty cloth into a dusty corner behind the counter. 
 
 Without so much as a knock, the outer door burst open. The rusty hinges squeaked in protest as the door recoiled against the inner wall. A light breeze ushered in the chilly winds of autumn, causing the room's candles to flicker and dance. 
 
 Garfel's lips curled into a smile, even as his eyes squished into narrow slits of disdain. 
 
 `` Allo, friend,'' Garfel's voice boomed with practiced professionalism. 
 
 `` Uhm,'' the stranger fumbled for her words, `` Aloe... friend.'' 
 
 Garfel's ears perked up at her awkward accent, and his brain began sizing the traveler up. She was a foreigner, so he sized up her travel sack and coin purse as well. 
 
 `` What can we humble folk do fer ya?'' Garfel asked her with a wide grin. `` There's no shortage o' food, drink, an' goods to buy here.'' 
 
 `` Ah, well I am quite parched,'' the traveler said as she reached past an embroidered dagger handle at her waist to pinch a few bronze coins from her purse. `` I'll have one of whatever's in that tankard,'' she said flatly, flicking the coin in Garfel's direction. It bounced off the counter with a thud before rolling to a stop next to his hand. 
 
 `` Turnip,'' Garfel looked in Tarnyp's direction, `` Fill our friend a drink, will ya?'' 
 
 Tarnyp reached into a cabinet and produced a pewter mug, which was identical to Garfel's tankard in all aspects but height. She began slowly filling it, minding the foam. 
 
 `` Will that be all?'' Garfel tilted his head as he asked. 
 
 `` Not entirely,'' answered the woman. `` I have a few pelts I'd like to - `` 
 
 `` Ah, by cursed luck... well of course ye do,'' Garfel mumbled mostly to himself. 
 
 `` Sorry?'' One of the woman's eyebrows slanted up as her facial expression changed. 
 
 `` Oh,'' Garfel straightened his back and recomposed himself, `` I said... ahem... Of course ye do!'' 
 
 `` Right, well I have about ten I'd like to sell. What price can you offer?'' 
 
 `` Oh, let's see now,'' Garfel stroked the beard bristles on his chin. `` I could do five standard coin fer each.'' 
 
 The woman, who had been pensively stroking her cheekbone, coughed into her hand. `` Oh... well, in Brayven just down the road - `` 
 
 `` Oh yes, I know,'' Garfel interjected. `` Supply and demand, my friend. Supply and demand. Up here in the mountains, pelts fall from the sky. I'ave more bloody pelts than I'ave storage crates.'' He eyed her travel sack, `` And from the looks o' it, you're in need've a little unloadin'.'' 
 
 The woman sighed as he slung the travel sack from her shoulder. `` Five standard coin it is, then.'' 
 
 `` Turnip'll get you sorted with those pelts in a moment,'' Garfel smiled. 
 
 Tarnyp walked over to the woman to hand her the mug of ale, filled to the brim. `` I can take'em pelts off yer hands, now,'' she said, holding out a hand full of coins. 
 
 The woman exchanged her pelts for the coins, and after placing them into her purse she poked around her travel sack some more. 
 
 `` More, eh?'' Garfel rubbed his hands together. 
 
 `` Twenty-one arachnid sacks,'' she said without looking up. 
 
 `` Oh, uhm,'' Garfel stuttered. He grimaced at the sight of the slimy appendages. `` Two coin apiece.'' 
 
 The woman pulled an awkward object out of her travel sack and raised it up onto the counter. 
 
 `` What in two devils, girl,'' Garfel sounded baffled, `` Is that an axe?'' 
 
 `` Great axe,'' the woman corrected. `` Two hundred standard coin.'' 
 
 `` Erm, well... I'll give you one hundred,'' Garfel countered. 
 
 `` Two hundred!'' The woman objected. 
 
 `` Oh, well,'' Garfel explained, `` Yer not particularly charismatic, an' barterin' skills were a low priority when you got all fired up about adventurin', it seems. I'm not feelin' any kind o' way about givin' you special treatment.'' 
 
 The woman rummaged around in her travel sack some more, producing a heavy piece of furniture. 
 
 `` By the boar's tusk, woman, where'n three hells did that come from?'' Garfel stared at the object, perplexed. `` Is that... is that a chair?'' 
 
 `` Acolyte's chair,'' the woman smirked. `` Rare as they come, and I'm asking fifty standard coin.'' 
 
 `` Oh, well... what the devil am I to do with an acolyte's chair?'' Garfel threw his hands in the air, `` Practice some blood magic? I'll bet the bottom o' that thing stinks of acolyte arse, an' it's creepy lookin' to boot.'' 
 
 The woman pulled the chair off the counter, and while attempting to wiggle it back into her travel sack, she placed her dagger on the counter. When she looked up and pulled her hair out of her eyes, Garfel was beaming at her. Two hundred fifty standard coin sat in front of him, but the dagger was gone. 
 
 `` And where's my dagger? I was n't meaning to sell *that*,'' she said indignantly. 
 
 `` Oh? Why'd you put it on the tradin' counter, then?'' Garfel stood straight and tall in order to look down at her ever so slightly. 
 
 `` Obviously I did n't mean to sell it,'' she answered. `` Clearly, I accidentally set it down.'' 
 
 `` You can always buy it back,'' Garfel's smile parted his lips to reveal his grimy, yellow teeth. `` Three hundred fifty standard coin.'' 
 
 `` You're serious?'' The woman's face was frozen with bewilderment. `` I'll have you know I saved your little goat shit town, and every hog headed farmer on this mountain... from the venomous wargs! From the hillside trolls!'' 
 
 `` Ah, yes, an' we do so appreciate it,'' Garfel folded his hands together. `` Now, will ye be needin' that dagger again, or not?'' 
 
 `` Damn you,'' the woman shook her head. `` Yes. Yes, I'll be needing it.'' 
 
 The woman threw the coins over the counter, snatched back her dagger, and bolted for the door. She downed her ale and slammed the mug down on a table by the exit. The door closed behind her, and Garfel was alone in the room, counting coins. 
 
 Tarnyp entered through the swinging door that separated the back room from the store front. She moved to collect the traveler's empty mug near the exit. Before carrying it to the back to be cleaned, she turned to Garfel. 
 
 `` Yer a right dirty bastard, you know that?'' 
 
 Garfel winked at her. `` Yeah, Turnip... I'm well aware.'' 

