That moment of silence didn't last long, however, as the crowd began to murmur to each other.
The man—for indeed he was a man with tanned skin, slanted Asian eyes, and dark, curly hair—rose from his seat and repeated his bid of, "Two-hundred thousand Leprechauns!"
He wore a simple white robe, the kind you'd find non-combat viseres wore in the Fayne. So at first glance, you'd think he didn't actually have the money to match his bid, but then people noticed the red cross painted on the front of his robe, and immediately the mood of the crowd turned.
A single word spread across the seats, "Pilgrimage…"
That word was enough to create a tense atmosphere in the auditorium. People fidgeted in their seats and craned their necks back to get a glimpse of this unwanted guest in their midst.
