"I'm sorry, but that's the most I can offer."

After 5 long minutes of deep, thoughtful consideration, the young traveler declined your final offer and decided not to part ways with his newly acquired loot. Quite frankly, you probably wouldn't have sold for that price either.

Before the already restless party who was next in line could step up, a crimson-cloaked customer from earlier in the day stepped up to the counter, gently placing his worn, grey holster and his PayCard in front of you.

"I appreciate your help from earlier, but I can't keep this. If you could just refund the purchase on my card, it would be very much appreciated."

You lean over the slick white counter top and point to the sign that sits on the floor just off to the side of the line, "Sorry bud, no returns here. If you really don't like what you got there, I'll offer you a stimpack for half off. What do you say?"

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. You hand him the stim and his harness before scanning his PayCard. The payment processes, but as you look up to hand back the card, you see the cloaked figure about to walk out of the door...