An old demented high rank Crimson Brigade leader goes through his stuff
that he has found lying on the attic. He packs his old shovels
and tinning kits and other adventurer gear from his young
wild days into a sack and heads to the nearest town, Arelium, hoping
to collect a few mithrils for a pint of beer or two. After a while he
walks on the street and meets an old retired captain, a friend of his,
who he served with in the army.

- "How are you? What have you been doing lately.", asks the captain.
- "Nothing much", replies the man and continues "I just came here
to sell my old junk from the army days. Actually I could use a
favour, if that it not too much to ask."
- "Sure, not at all", says the captain and asks "What is it?"
- "I was just wondering if you could sell these items for me,
since that guy over there, Ruuben or something, there refuses to
make business with me.", replies the man.
- "Why is that?", asks the captain.
- "It must be something personal. Whenever I offer my items, he just
gets mad at me and yells: I TOLD YOU! THIS IS NOT A GENERAL STORE!"