A bell rings as the door opens to The Stone in the Sword. A young man in armour enters the shop and looks around the shelves. A glistening dagger catches his eye, tempting him to touch the tip of it.
"Yer late!" A dwarven woman steps from a doorway behind the counter. "I told ye i'd be done in an hour. Its been six, where were ya?" She continues in a strong northern accent.
"Terribly sorry ma'am, I lost track of time."
"Ma'am? Lad, call me Helga." She reaches under the counter and pulls out a sword. "Now, heres ya weapon, all done, nice and proper, wont be having trouble in the dark anymore son."
The man grabs the sword and as he grips it, it begins shine a bright light. "Thank you, I dont know how to repay you."
"Three silver would be a good start" Helga chuckles.
The young man reaches into his pouch and pulls out three silver pieces, setting them on the table.
"Its been a pleasure" he says, sheathing his sword and walking back out the shop. Helga smiles and places the coins into a pouch.
With another chime of a bell, a man dressed in black enters and scurries to the counter.
Helga turns to him. "How may i hel-"
The man interrupts "Curses! I need a something cursed! Something good."
"Ah a curse ye say? I got just the thing." She reaches under the counter again but this time pulling out a crossbow aimed at the mans nose. "Get yer arse out mah shop."
Go shopping! Open a store! Go bankrupt! Die in poverty!
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