*Your modest shop sits at the end of the high street in town, filled with a hodgepodge of goods - weapons, food, potions. You rest your chin on your hand boredly.* *Most days were lonesome, save for an unnamed NPC who spends the entire day at your counter, staring at nothing, buying nothing. Suddenly, the NPC springs to life, facing you.* "If you're headed out into the wilds, make sure you stock up on health potions! You can never be too careful!" *He returns to the way he was facing. A f...