[ WP ] A wandering adventurer visits your shop and tries to sell you his inventory of junk .

I am an old shop keeper who ran a shop for a big city where adventurers gathered for ale, purchases and everything of those sorts. Ah, yes, and I ran the cheapest shop! I would've taken almost anything to get that shop off my hands, anything above eight thousand gold pieces before selling price, of course. Then one evening, near the begging of autumn season, I got lucky because of one dumb schmuck! 
 
 This man was as wide shouldered, tall, rough, and handsome as they came, but his brain was probably smaller than a peanut. `` Hello sir, how may I help you this evening?'' I greeted him as any other customer as though I should. He looked up and down to ceiling and floor, he looked at my shelves and items for sale, then he set his eyes on me and wandered back over to the front counter. The man spoke in a low tone and stated, `` Your establishment here is quaint and quiet.'' `` Indeed,'' I answered him, `` This store is my baby, too bad I'll have to give it up sooner or later.'' The adventurer raised his brow, `` For sale? Well, I say old shopkeeper, I've been searching for a shop to retire from quests and settle.'' 
 
 What a marvellous opportunity I had been given in front of me, so, naturally I bargained with this soon to be fool. `` What do you posses to offer me in an exchange? Gold or merchandise?'' He started to ruffle and search his pockets, `` I have squirrel hides and meat.'' He offered. I shook my head, `` I have no need for that, boy!'' I exclaimed. He searched again. `` What about this?'' He pulled used candles and a lizard's eye from his backpack. I shook my head again, `` No, something more.'' I responded. Once more he looked and found a ring full of keys in dungeons he had explored. `` I'm waiting for death, not searching for it!'' I refused. 
 
 `` I have this.'' He placed a peculiar round crystal on the counter. I examined the object. Light blue and light to hold, but no sign of properties other than a haggling money value. `` What does it do?'' I furrowed my brow in question. The larger man thought a moment, `` It does something, but I'm not so sure as to what.'' He admitted. As I was to retire soon I thought I'd take the chance and agreed to the trade. 
 
 We shook hands and I handed over the deed. What a trade of a life time I had made. This stones properties were n't revealed immediately, no, but in time. Time was all I had, until one day I realised that time is now all I've got. In fact, with this stone I've lived to see that adventurer pass on that shop after fifty years and that gentleman pass it on, too. Although old and frail now, I hold onto one object, one I love more than that little shop. That adventurer thought it was junk, what a blinded fool! A schmuck! I hold onto the stone and will continue to until welcoming the end. This little stone and it's magic. 
 

