Npc Tales: The Shopkeeper -

Elara found him packing a bag. “You can’t leave. You’re the shopkeeper. The game will break.”

Not the poetic kind—the kind that settled on his jars of dried foxglove and made the labels fade. Every morning, before the sun clawed over the Cinderwood peaks, Gren swept the plank floor of his shop, The Humble Hearth . He restocked the minor healing potions (three gold, no haggling), polished the iron dagger that no one had bought in six years, and fed the mangy cat, Kibble, who was technically a quest item but had chosen to stay. npc tales: the shopkeeper

He should have said, “That’ll be three gold.” Elara found him packing a bag