The boy plopped a Bloody Lance, Firedrake Mail, and Miner's Gloves down on the table of the newly revamped Pawn Shop.

"I'm interested in the Mage Spear on the shelf over there."

"The Mage Spear, eh? I guess we could sell that to you, sir. Would you be willing to part with, let's say, 4200 GP for it?"

He gestured at the three pieces of equipment on the table.

"With those how much would it run me?"

"Pffft. Expecting a shopkeeper to take note of the obvious, are we? I'll teach you!" The man did some quick math, taking note of the current sale. "Well, given all of those," a bell chimed from the back of the shop, "I'd say you can take it and a peanut-butter cookie to boot."

"I've never been one to turn down a cookie."