Middle-earth Market Forces

High supply and low demand,

For junk carried by heroes' hands.

Orc daggers to little flowers,

Pouring in across work hours.

Do they think we vendors want this crap?

Arrowheads to goblin caps?

We're obliged to give out gold,

While our torment goes untold.

Heroes go riding on their horses,

While we keep up with market forces.

Well, we say, this has to stop,

We NPCs will close up shop.

See how much junk you obtain,

As from collecting can't refrain.

Give us some stuff that's good for telling,

And we'll give something good for felling.

See? The market's back on track,

Some orcs are going on the attack.

Go out and slay those blasted brutes,

Just don't try to sell your loot.