“What in the devil is a pawn shop? That sounds like some type of terrible chess reference.”
I commented and Olaf gave me a bemused smile.
“Forgive me, My Lady, but your current situation is remarkably amusing for me.”
He confessed and he said, “This is a place people will bring their stuff to barter some reduced payment for it. They have thirty days to re-pay the sales price and their item is returned if they do. On the thirty-first day, the item will become sellable.”
Nodding I said, “That sounds like a sound way for a bully to make a coin over on the locals. I am guessing the price he can list the items sold for is many times that which he pays?”
Olaf grunted an affirmative and said, “Aye, most can make great money reselling the items. Desperation is always lucrative as a business
