His pants are not on fire

Figuring that you haven't got much to say, so you might as well make a big show out of it, you burst into the shop, slamming the door against one wall and the shopkeper against the other, and yell at him. Unfortunately he seems used to that kind of treatment and answers you calmly.

"To what do I owe this slanderous statement, good Sir?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you calling me a liar?"

"Oh that. I killed a rat and all I got was bones!"

"I see. And how many did you kill?"

"Uh, just the one?"

He nods. "And you expect the first oyster to have a pearl in it, the first lottery ticket you buy to have the winning number, the first girl you date to..."

"Enough!" Actually he hit a sore spot with that quip about the first girl, but you don't really want to get into that now. "So how many rats am I supposed to kill then?"

"It all depends. Let me show you something." He walks around the counter and takes something down from the wall. It is a silver coin in a frame. "I got this from my first rat," he explains. "But I got lucky. You just have to be patient. And what about that dagger you're carrying?"

"That's different, I just found it."

"See? You got lucky even before killing anything! Now just give luck a chance and it will shine on you too."

1. You go back to killing rats.
2. You decide the only rat you want to kill is the one here in this shop. Looks like it would be more profitable anyhow...
3. You try to steal the silver coin.
4. You try to sell or trade the dagger.
5. Despite your best intentions, you sidetrack into reminiscing about the first girl.

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