They say being an adventurer is the most rewarding job out there.
"They get to see the world! They gather such riches! They claim ownership of such powerful relics!"
Bah, short sighted fools I say. And disrespectful more often than not.
I say the most rewarding job out there is being the person whom these over-excited "adventurers" get their equipment.
Being the expert who can tell them which relics are worth something, which might make a good weapon, or which are better off just being sold off to a merchant like me who can find a way to make use of them.
They are so accustomed to being worshiped by each towns-person that they don't even bother questioning your appraisals.
This makes getting interesting pieces for cheap a rather trivial matter~ Just tell them it's a junk item of sorts and that you can melt it down for scrap- they'll often shrug and accept any pitiful price.
I found that it's surprisingly easy to "shift" the curses you find on these random dungeon baubles, both in what they "do" and what form they take.
It's also easy to convince a very talented, very underappreciated local smithy to join in on a fun little scheme and provide equipment to harbor this magic~
Before exploring these relics I had always assumed the rumors of cursed equipment that bound itself to the very soul of anyone mis-fortunate enough to make use of them to be just that- a rumor.
A fun little tavern tale to scare new adventurers off.
Luckily for me, that's not so.
You can do a great many things to a person who willingly encases themselves in your magic. You can change them. You can bend their flesh and mind. Erase memories, rewrite personalities. Create obedience.
Selling beautiful crafted, and powerfully enchanted, equipment is definitely the more rewarding job to have.
Selling pretty little lies to stupid little "heroes" and watching them wince once they put them on and the magic starts twisting around inside~
Knowing I will see them knocking on my door that night, smiling with joy and desperately clawing at their equipment as they attempt to strip for me, all the while thanking me for selling them a new life as my property~
We've made quite the little harem of dumb little sellswords who threw their lives away far before I gave them a new one they deserve.
Eyes as empty as their heads with no means of return~
This is what they were always worth- worshiping me in a far more pathetic manner than they ever experienced for themselves~