A Collection of Short Stories

A Baker's Story

(set in Skyrim)

So a couple weeks back, I was running my shop, minding my own business, and this guy comes in. I've heard a bit about him, seen him around before, but no big deal. So he comes up to the counter, right? "Show me what you have for sale," he says. I say "alright," show him my wares. Then he starts digging through his pockets. He pulls out a huge collection of the randomest shit you could ever find; cheese wheels, baskets, potions, ancient weapons (???). He sells me all of it. Everything. I'm a baker, man, what the hell am I gonna do with a war axe? But I buy it anyways. I like the guy, alright? Anyways, he completely cleans me out. Leaves me with a couple gold to my name and all his junk. Then he just stands there. For three days straight, he just stands there in the same spot, no eating, moving, sleeping - nothing. Then out of the blue one day, he comes out of it and comes up to me. "Show me what you have for sale," he says. So, I show him again, he says me all his random shit, it's the same. He repeats this process divines know how many times. The man had so much stuff he can barely move. Eventually, he finally leaves. I have no idea what happened. I still see him around some days.