[WillowWhite]

seems to be enjoying the back and forth
She didna bid 12, said she's broke. Soooo .... 11500

[Bertram Anders]

He returns to his smirk
11,750

[Wids]

If a featureless mask could smile, she would beam most brightly at the challenge.

"I lied. Twelve-thousand it shall be, then! And for a king-blooded minstrel who sings with the voice of devas--and who once sang the giant Garmaugrathr into a fitless slumber--even that is but a pittance. What say you, Tribune?"

[Gatalis]

The young Tiefling lass waves her rod with pride as she places a hand on her hip, harrumphing.

"T'irteen t'ousand, n'yeh best know t'at fecker s'lyin' t'rough 'er teeth! S'prised yeh'll boastin' 'at much coin fer a bahd, all t'ings 'sidered. C'buy y'selves a house f'at much, y'ear!?"

She calls out triumphantly as she points to the Leiran, watching as a few less desirable folk decide to leave this high stakes game of auctioneering.

[WillowWhite]

Arches one brow sharply
I already got a house, an' spent 10 times at on it... will raise ya ta your 15.

[Wids]

Corella shakes her head dismissively at Milli's words. "Apologies, madam, but I do not comprehend Draconic very well. Did I just hear you say 'I bid twenty-thousand'?"

[MoreThanThree]

Indeed, as the bidding rises, the only ones that stay behind are the Assassin, the Leiran, the Teifling, and the Tribune.

"Twenty thousand going--hold on, which of you bid that? You?" The auctioneer points at the Teifling. "Or you?" The auctioneer points at the Leiran.

[Wids]

"It was her, most assuredly," Corella says with a sly thrust of her thumb at Milli. "I heard her say it as clearly as daylight!"

[WillowWhite]

Sighs, a mildly annoyed sound
No one did. I bid 15.... the leiran's hearin' shite.

[Gatalis]

*Milli looks at Corella before folding her arms*

"At's 'aight, t'eny!"