A high level prankster

An interesting looking woman entered the shop with a smirk. She was wearing a hooded cloak that covered her head and most of her armor.

"Hi!" Gregg said with a smile. "How can I help you?"

The woman walked over to the counter, pulling off her hood and setting a golden sword on the table. The woman had bright red skin, horns and dark red hair. Definitely a tiefling. "How much for this?"

Gregg took the sword and looked it over. "Wow, this is... very impressive. It's worth more than my whole store!" He noted, half joking. "Uh... well, I can give you sixty gold." He said with a smile.

"Sixty? Really? That's it? Look at it." She said with a devious smile.

"Uh... I mean. I think I can go up to seventy five. But that's really all I can offer." Gregg frowned.

The tiefling grinned. "Okay. I'll take that deal." They traded the weapon for the gold. Or so it seemed. The tiefling had stopped time and swapped the real weapon for a fake glamorized sword.

She started to head for the door when she had an idea. She could really mess with this guy.