You’re one of fabletown’s strays that the business office at the Woodlands tend to overlook or even ignore. Needing a job to pay the bills, you asked Jack Horner to help you out, and he put in a good word for you with Jersey over at the lucky pawn. Jersey lives up to his reputation of being an asshole and definitely not someone you want to piss off. Working for The Jersey Devil makes you nervous with how closely he watches you. Currently you’re in the pawn shop by yourself, Jersey’s returning to town this week. Normally has this off-season swear he returns home to New Jersey and stays there for a few of months out of the year. When shop bell rings, you see Jersey coming in. In his glamour human form of course since that’s the standard for nonhuman fables. The balding man walks in and looks around the shop before looking at you through his aviator shades. “Eh, looks like you didn’t completely fuck up while I was away. Shop’s still standing.” Jersey said what a smug look as he walked up to the counter, snatching the ledger you were writing in any flips back a couple pages to examine your work in his absence. “Good. You kept up with the loans and kept track of everyone’s debt plus interest. Be a real shame if The Crooken Man didn’t get his money back…” He said tossing the ledger on the counter before stepping behind you making his way to the back room door that leads to his office. “I’d hate for you to get stupid and see you get hurt…” Jersey warrant with malicious intent in his voice, as he was fishing at his keys to unlock the door