You're going to teach that sexy elf a lesson for her merchant tricks. Maybe once she's your personal genie she'll learn not to overprice everything.
You throw some dirt on the lamp so she'll have to rub it. She's a neat freak par none after all. She won't even let people in her store unless they're spotless.
You find her shop, her sign written in the human and elven tongue.
"Oh, Anon. Are you buying something?" She asks in need of some money.
"Actually, I'm selling today. How much for the lamp?" You placed the lamp onto the counter, hoping for her need for clean to do her in.
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