"One Thousand" Zack no longer even bothered to raise his hands.
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"One Thousand" Zack no longer even bothered to raise his hands.
"Twelve hundred gold, that is my final offer." The half-elf said nonchalantly, money not one of his many concerns.
"Thirteen," Zack yawned.
"Just kidding... sixteen hundred."
"Eighteen"
"Twenty-two hundred."
"Twenty Five"
"Twenty eight hundred."
"Three thousand GP"
((Not sure if this allowed, but here we go...))
"In the interest of amusement," the half-elf said as he quit his seat. With a flourish of his jacket he walked towards the auctioneer and tilted his head in respect, as if to as for the floor. The man on the podium seemingly rolled his eyes and shook his head - as if the two at war with bids were not already the focal point of the auction house. "Thank you, kind sir."
Arphenion looked at the man who had last bid, and indeed been his opponent for most of the afternoon. A young human, good figure, and seemingly as interested in the piece up for grabs as the half-elf was. "I would pose a challenge, boy." He prodded, feeling the self-confidence rise in him at his chances of the plan coming to fruition. "How about both of us give this auction house two thousand gold, the item selling for four thousand total. Since we are in this lovely city, and the very heart of such an adventure seeking population, why not put that to use? I shall meet you in the place you call the Citadel, and challenge you to a martial contest. The winner will get the item, the loser shall forfeit two thousand gold. What say you?"
((The challenge is that you start a battle thread, I'll join in. Whoever wins keeps the item, though both parties loose two thousand gold. Down? ))