The Auctioneer raised his brows for but a moment but continued on. It was clear that the young woman intimidated those around her. No one felt the urge to enter into a bidding war with her.
"50...
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The Auctioneer raised his brows for but a moment but continued on. It was clear that the young woman intimidated those around her. No one felt the urge to enter into a bidding war with her.
"50...
"15 gold?"
The short sword was well forged, with a sharp blade and a hilt wrapped in soft leather strapping. It was displayed at the side of the aging auctioneer, whose blue eyes were sharp and alert, piercing...
The sword and its spectre had been quiet for days now. Corone lay far behind them. The seas had been stormier than the skies when they finally landed in Berevar and Jasker met with his contact. Now...
"I don't really care about the blade," she started, choosing her words carefully. "It never belonged to me. I've honestly only seen it once in my life." She smiled at the phrasing, despite herself....
At first, she stiffened. Who was she? Didn't he recognize his victim? Had he simply killed too many with too much abandon to keep track of them all. She opened her mouth to yell, but stopped. His...
The night had drawn in, the sun sinking underneath the horizon. The road in the woods wasn't far off, and the trees were still well spaced. The churning and splash of a small stream nearby chortled,...
"Sold." The auctioneer's voice seemed larger, weightier now than it had before. The sword behind him disappeared, as did his podium and the gavel in his hand. The cart that had been set up near him,...
"No takers for 20?" the Auctioneer asked, an amused tone to his voice. "Surely you don't expect a better deal from the Bazaar. What about 15? 15 gold for an enchanted short sword?"
Please note that you are bidding for the steel short sword Dirge, Gift of the End. The disclaimer that comes with this weapon is stated in the character profile linked, as well as an outline of the...
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The wagons slowly clambered to a stop, and after a moment, the carriage began backing up. “What’s going on?” I called, worried. I started to shove my head out the window, but the gruff voice...