In all but a second of the auctioneer stating the opening bid almost every person in the room raised a paddle, even the people who weren't collectors were showing their interest in Lirian.
'Even without my charm fully active, my beauty is a curse,' Lirian thought sadly, 'Maybe I should just shout out that the elf is gone missing, or that there never was an elf in the first place, and that the black market lured them here to assassinate everyone present,' Lirian thought.
[Host is advised against such action, prediction scans show that such an action will lead to the certain death of host.]
The system gave Lirian it's prediction as soon as he had the thought, which left Lirian with no choice but to accept being sold, 'I suppose that messing with people I don't understand yet is of the tables for now,' Lirian thought as the price started to rise rapidly.
