"Master in red? What's your offer?"
"100 gold pieces!"
"Master in blue?"
"150 gold pieces!"
"200!"
"250!"
The cheers grew louder, Iris was almost lost in the atmosphere of the auction before Thomas touched her shoulder.
"Eat something," Thomas said in a whisper, his eyes darting over the bustling stage.
"Yes." Iris turned and sat on the sofa, all the food available on the table looked tantalizing, she stretched out her hand to reach for a piece of bread, and suddenly she stopped.
"Aren't you afraid it's poisonous?"
Alita choked and took a drink, Thomas who was biting the fruit beside Iris froze.
"No, no." Morgan waved his hand and wiped his mouth with a tissue. "If it's poisonous I can smell it, but all this food is safe. Take it easy, Iris."
