"Wishing you a life of peace, great elder. Please put more items on the shelf. Do you have any armor left? Getting slashed by monsters hurts a lot, I'm begging you for some armor. I don't want to run around naked anymore!"
"Great elder, please put another batch of equipment on sale. I've been beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the Wild Monsters outside, and I'm still empty-handed."
"Great elder, I'm really out of money, can I trade other items with you? I have sharp beast horns, Beastmen hooves, and Little Fishman roe here. I heard that caviar is very nutritious, can I trade these for a weapon from you?"
"Hey handsome, I'm a girl, thirty-six years old, excellent conditions, have only dated less than 10 boyfriends, and now I'm considering marrying someone reliable. If you send me a weapon, I might give you a chance to pursue me."
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