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anythingdrabbleTitle: Unsavoury
Fandom: Reccetear: An Item Shop's tale
Characters: Recce
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
tags: mild swearing, potential squick, fandom roulette
Summary: Adventurers love selling gross stuff like monster body parts to item shops.
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The hardest thing about being an item shop in a town full of adventurers was the constant attempts by the customers to sell you various body parts of monsters - limbs, internal organs, vials of blood, the occasional soul... Actually the souls were kind of pretty and fetched a good price if you had the right contacts. It was illegal as all hell (quite literally) to trade in them, of course. Still, at least souls didn't stink up the shop. She had no fridge; where exactly did they think she was going to keep it all? Some of them left cooking instructions - she could now make a neat kraken blood and tentacles soup with pickled orc eyeballs for dessert - but again she couldn't store it overnight and it was hard to find people who would let her feed it to them.
Then there was the time someone left her a live basilisk in a cage. The screams had, admittedly, attracted customers who mistook her for a damsel in distress.
She was going to scrag whoever kept asking for all these stupid things in side quests in the first place. People shouldn't just pick up anything off the ground...
Fandom: Reccetear: An Item Shop's tale
Characters: Recce
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
tags: mild swearing, potential squick, fandom roulette
Summary: Adventurers love selling gross stuff like monster body parts to item shops.
--
The hardest thing about being an item shop in a town full of adventurers was the constant attempts by the customers to sell you various body parts of monsters - limbs, internal organs, vials of blood, the occasional soul... Actually the souls were kind of pretty and fetched a good price if you had the right contacts. It was illegal as all hell (quite literally) to trade in them, of course. Still, at least souls didn't stink up the shop. She had no fridge; where exactly did they think she was going to keep it all? Some of them left cooking instructions - she could now make a neat kraken blood and tentacles soup with pickled orc eyeballs for dessert - but again she couldn't store it overnight and it was hard to find people who would let her feed it to them.
Then there was the time someone left her a live basilisk in a cage. The screams had, admittedly, attracted customers who mistook her for a damsel in distress.
She was going to scrag whoever kept asking for all these stupid things in side quests in the first place. People shouldn't just pick up anything off the ground...
